Saturday 27 June
It is blowing hard outside, more like Autumn than mid-Summer. Really different to the past few weeks and a welcome break in my opinion.
I’m lying, feet up on the leather sofa, finishing my book. Just read a wonderful passage that has resonated with me. It made me sad. That surge of love for the natural world that affects the spirit. It pulls my core to the ground, anchores my heart to the earth. I find it hard to explain how or why it does that to me.



But then, why do we have a compulsion to try and explain our connection with nature. It’s in our DNA, I guess, to always seek answers. Either through neurological or biological science, history and geography, even through religion? But I think some things just don’t need explaining. Just accepting and appreciating. Be thankful and enjoy it.
Just popped to the shops and queuing everywhere. This will turn more people away from shopping on the high street. Then went into the supermarket, no queuing and social distancing was non-existent. The trouble is, I don’t know which approach is right. This is will lead to confusion, anger, resentment and conflict. He should have sacked Dominic Cummings.
Walking this evening was a challenge as it was so windy. But another amazing moment, I saw the Little Owl again. Who knows if its the same one that I chanced upon each night during my post-match walks two summers ago during the world cup. It doesn’t really matter. He/she was sat in the branches of one of the familiar trees. We shared a momentary glance and parted with wings and feet. Our eyes as wide as each other.


