As the vaccine gets rolled out to more and hints of lockdown rules being eased begin to be hinted at, the niggling thoughts of the future come into my head. How will I cope coming out of lockdown? What will I want to do? Do I really want to go back to how things were before?
On quiet rainy days, when I’m stuck inside, these thought flit around in my head, creeping up without warning. Some of them deliver joy, others fear and confusion, but most deliver the unknown, the undecided.
The only thing I definitely 100% know I want to do, is to go back to my paradise of Keswick. If I had to choose just one journey to undertake, that would be it. I’d sacrifice all the rest just to be sat in my room with a view
And my bench with the Robins as company…
If anything would get me travelling again, that would be the journey. Will Appletrees have survived? I do hope so. Catherine, the lovely proprietor has befriended me on Facebook and posts her daily swim in the Lake in all weathers. Her and her friend did ‘Wet January’ where they swam every day no matter what; breaking through ice, in the rain, the snow, the wind and on balmy beautiful days. Each day I could watch her in the place I love the most and that has kept me connected, kept me in touch with this wonderful part of the country I’d gladly call my second home.
But what of the rest? What of all the other travelling? Do I want to go back to that? Will there be a need? Will everything have gone on line now via Zoom?
The simple answer is, I’m really not sure. I’d hate it all to stay on zoom, although many playmates would, especially those who find it hard to travel; they wish this world would stay as it’s brought the world to them. However, I find zoom more tiring, more wearing and rather sad. Instant farewells instead of long goodbyes; the staring at images instead of feeling peoples presence. No, zoom is not my chosen future. It’s all we’ve got at the moment but I’ve opted out of many because of it. Then how will people look, standing on legs instead of just seeing their head and shoulders? The whole person instead of their head 🤔…
It’s the travelling that would inspire me to keep going. I love travelling, seeing landscapes change as I whizz through the countryside on a train, towns and cities appearing and disappearing and then arriving at the destination and having to find my way. That stimulation all that provides might be the reason I do start again.
But maybe travelling for its own sake would be rather nice. I’d love a visit to the Western Isles again, if Philly would have me.
I’d love to go to Blackpool and meet up with Gail and us both take piccies together. All without the stress of events and speaking. But then…..would that be enough to keep my brain going for longer?
Who knows how will all pan out. We’ve all got a lot of thinking to do. Let’s hope the world has learnt something from this pandemic. That we all need each other. That green space is important. That our countryside is important. Speaking of which, would I trundle as much if I were travelling each day?
My trundles are the very essence of this lockdown that have kept me going, my trundles with my camera. Would I have met as many villagers if we hadn’t been locked down – nope…..would I have seen nature in all its glory….nope…..would I have taken as many photographs …..certainly not. And I think I’ll miss that if the world goes back to how it was…..if only we could pick and choose what bits to allow back into our lives…or maybe we can….🤔