I am sorry but guilt overcame me. So here we go after over two years of absence! Why so long you may ask?! Well I just could not bring myself to write about the beauty of life when so many were struggling with illness, fear and of course death. Maybe one can call it cowardice and that is most probably the truth. Let me say I felt great guilt. That is because my life was enhanced due to the generosity of my family. I was so fortunate. 

To start with I was on holiday in the west of England when the first Lockdown came. Because I was in a ‘Holiday Let’ I was allowed to continue my stay for a further 17 weeks! I walked, that hour each day, along a beach. I nodded to many others doing the same! Then as we slowly emerged from Lockdown we were able to talk to one and another, it became a grunt then a few weeks later a chat! The comradeship was amazing.

By this time I had made friends with Sebastian, a seal, who swam below my window most days. I used my vocal cords talking to him! Yes nutty, but it kept the power of conversation going! Of course the family were great at keeping in touch by telephone, WhatsApp and the dreaded Zoom. We played quiz games on Friday evenings and many a letter was written. But for some reason I could not allow myself to write on here of my good fortune. Although alone, I never felt lonely. Unlike the loneliness that engulfed me six years earlier when hubby died. Then I was living in a quaint village which was too frightened to make contact once the funeral was over. Yes human nature is odd.

Then in December 2020 I was moved down here by the family. They knew I loved it, despite being up to four hours away from some. I do question their ulterior motives! The distance is too great for me to just pop in for a cuppa! Yet they are able to come to a beautiful part of the country and sit on a beach below! Honestly this is a recipe made in heaven!

So what nonsense do I sense is around today? Well I believe it is all the complaining that is going on, on every page, by those who have so much and are lucky enough not to have suffered the amount so many have. It never makes sense to me that those who criticise and moan, non stop, are those who are not affected. Please don’t tell me they are doing it out of the good of their hearts. No the people who really care, whatever their cause, just get on with it behind the scenes and make a big difference. I admire and congratulate our silent carers.

Everyone take care and stay safe. Nonsense is back and long may it continue!

“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow