Thursday 03 December
The short passages of time are providing a pleasent pastime right now. It’s nice to reminisce about things that only happened a few days or weeks ago.
Five days ago we walked and ran on the beach at Frinton-on-Sea. And as I sit here, in the arm chair, on a cold and wet Thursday evening, it’s nice to remember the sights and sounds of just back then.
Sand ripples form on the beach as the tide goes out. Grains of sand build up next to each other as the water moves from right to left. I love the idea of one grain of sand starting each ripple. It takes one particle to stand firm, for another to join it. And so on, and on.
Casting my mind back to life pre- Coronavirus is a little odd. I don’t want to sound dramatic but life was very different then to now. Today I received an email with instructions on how to attend the match at Colchester United on Saturday. It will be the first one since March. We’ve got used to no crowds and a lack of sound at games.
I feel it’s going to be an emotional Christmas. December is building towards it. People are tired, fatigued by it all. Gradually we will be easing out of this awful time. The lockdown #2 officially came to an end yesterday, we can watch football again, play football again, Christmas music is on the radio and there is a vaccination programme due to start at the end of this month.
The Bald Birder 