There is (obviously) a strangeness to life just now. Here in the Dales we’ve been in a kind of bubble – we know a couple of people who have had the dreaded virus, but they both got better. We watch the television, we know the facts, and then we go up town and it’s like nothing has happened. Except we all wear masks, and complain about our glasses getting steamed up.
But the Lodge has been fully occupied since July and everyone seems to have had a good time in the hills and valleys. The weather has been mixed – I think summer changed its mind in May and went back to bed.
Cleaning the Lodge takes slightly longer these days, but only because I double and triple check everything. Better safe than sorry… I also changed some of the bedding so that it can all be boiled. And anyway – EasyIron just isn’t. It’s a nightmare.
The builders are back in our house, making dust and noise. What I thought would be a simple opening up of a fireplace has turned into a rebuilding of the chimneys.
They are the world’s loveliest guys and the living room will be super when it’s finished. (But their sole aim really does seem to be making dust and noise).
It would be good to think that we could get some teaching going soon, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. Crafting or cooking, if it’s going to be enjoyable, does mean less than a metre distancing. And I think we’re still not supposed to visit each other’s houses. It’s a shame, and I do miss the fun and laughter. But if it keeps us all healthy then I’m fine about it. I hope we all keep our sanity going until we can meet up again.
I’m on the vaccine trial program, and Andrew is on the antibody program. We feel good to be doing something (anything!!) that might help someone to help someone else. We are so lucky to live where we do, and we don’t forget it.