Saturday 03 October
It has got to have been the wettest day of the year today. It’s pretty much rained all day. I woke earlier than I wanted to then, wellied-up, we walked the dog across the fields in Lawford.
Squelching underfoot followed by huge puddles in the lanes.
Trump is ‘comfortable’ in hospital whilst many parts of the UK experience additional restrictions to try and suppress the infection rate. The north-east, the north-west, the Midlands, large parts of Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland have all been affected.
Our ‘new normal’ for watching Colchester United is via a streamed video from the club website. It has the local BBC radio commentary over laid on top. No fans in the stadium (obviously) – we would ordinarily be there. The crazy thing is that they are streaming live football in cinemas (indoors) but we can’t attend the actual thing (outdoors). I don’t get it.
The eeriness of the British countryside, and particularly East Anglia, continues to fascinate me. And many others it would seem too. I have just watched the first episode of ‘The Third Day’; a occult/thriller mini-series set on Osea Island in Essex. The island has been used by the military in the past and as a residential retreat for addiction and the mentally ill. It has a tidal causeway providing access to the mainland and sits in the Blackwater estuary. Just a short, watery drive from the school I am working at, in the parish of Heybridge.
Might be worth a visit.
The Bald Birder 