Monday 07 September
Numbers of confirmed covid 19 cases are rising. Yesterday was 3000+, the highest since May 22, and today it was 2900. Deaths are still low, which is being put down to the fact that the majority of cases are affecting the young. This correlates with pubs and clubs reopening, shops and workplaces too. And now schools and colleges, universities are not back yet.
It is expected that we are about two weeks behind our peak. Its all sounding a little too familiar and puts our trip to Italy at risk. It is what it is though, so we will see what happens.
When I got home, it was just Mabel and me that went for an evening walk. Everyone else was at the gym. We went on a very minor detour to our short walk route. Heading down the field-side of a hedgerow evenly dotted with tall trees. The road side is how we would normally walk it.
It was grey above with cloud cover that really felt as if it was keeping the mild air trapped on the ground. There was a slight breeze, enough to rustle the brown paper leaves on the trees. The bark is looking like baked skin, just barely able to stay on the trees.
I have only walked down that side a few times but it does feel uncomfortable. Even Mabel kept stopping and staring into the ever darkening hedgerow. I mentioned in a post a few weeks ago now about places that just feel wrong, like something bad has happened. That field edge is one of those places, for me (and possibly Mabel) anyway.
I started thinking what weird thing may have happened there. Where we walk has so much history to it, and bad vibes could stick around. Stop! What is making me write like this? I am a rational person, a non-believer in such nonsense. But. Like I have said before, some places just don’t feel right. As the nights draw in and the weather starts to turn, these lanes take on a different look and feel.
The Bald Birder 