Homecoming

I must admit this wasn’t exactly the homecoming experience we expected when we sold up our London flat at the end of last summer and relocated back to Inverness. To be honest I don’t think we really knew exactly what to expect once we moved, but I know coping with the Covid-19 crisis definitely wasn’t part of our plans!

It’s probably good we didn’t have any fixed ideas as such, beyond (1) finding somewhere to live and (2) finding work to be able to pay for it. Amazingly we found the house we wanted to buy very soon after we moved up from London, and have now both found jobs, so in that sense we’ve achieved what we hoped for.

We were already in a state of flux, already out of our comfort zones, and were just getting to the point of starting to feel properly settled into our new life after five months in our new home when lockdown began. So in a sense we’ve probably had less of an adjustment than many, because in a way life already felt up in the air for us.

Now everyone else’s life is up in the air too, no-one knows what will happen next, many businesses in many countries have been completely closed down for weeks, and world economies have suffered greatly. So right now we’re just focusing on being thankful at living here in Inverness instead of London, and taking it all step by step from there…

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Homecoming

Blue Tit Bathing

After some overnight rain the other day my husband and I were sitting outside on our conservatory doorstep, having a peaceful cup of tea while surveying the back garden.

My husband suddenly flinched, and commented that he though the rain was starting again as he thought he felt a few drops fall on his head. We looked up at the sky and all was blue and clear, not a cloud in sight, so feeling a bit puzzled we just sat tight and carried on drinking our tea.

And then I felt it too, little light splashes on my head and arms – I looked up quickly and there in the conservatory guttering immediately above us was a little Blue Tit taking a bath, spraying us with tiny water droplets as he shook out his feathers.

We laughed and moved to sit elsewhere, leaving him to it – but I guess we better check our guttering soon to remove whatever is blocking it to make sure all the rainwater can flow away freely 🙂

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Spray

A Socially-Distant Garden Picnic

After 66 days of ‘solid’ lockdown here in Scotland, for the first day today we had a slight lifting of restrictions allowing some socially-distanced sports to take place (golf and tennis and fishing, I think), and also allowing two households to meet up outdoors, as long as the 2m social distancing is adhered to.

So this lovely sunny afternoon my eldest daughter, her partner, and her two youngest children visited for a socially-distanced picnic in our back garden. It was never going to be easy to stay apart, but we accepted we would simply have to resign ourselves to no hugs, no touching at all, and were determined to make the most of enjoying our little family get-together at a distance.

They brought their own picnic food, their own picnic blanket, and their own folding seats. Luckily our garden is big enough to have us all sitting far enough apart while still allowing room for the kids to run around freely enough, within reason. So we chatted across the garden while the kids played and enjoyed feeling the soft grass beneath their bare feet, while keeping an eye on always keeping a reasonable distance between us.

Our five-year-old grandson understands we have to stay far away from each other because of the virus, and was able to tell us he was really sad we couldn’t hug anybody anymore. We told him we were really sad too, but we thanked him for coming for a garden picnic and said we were just happy we could see each other again because that was much nicer than not seeing each other like before.

His 18-month-old sister obviously doesn’t understand anything about Covid-19, so her mum and dad tried to distract her away from us every time she started wandering a little too close, or in particular making a bee-line towards us looking for a hug, which she did a couple of times. And overall it worked, however awkward it felt at times compared to a ‘normal’ visit.

Amazingly they were able to stay for an hour and a half, going home before anyone needed the loo. It felt so good to see them again – precious yet far from perfect, and so strange for such a usually touchy-feely family not to be able to hug, or hold, or even come close to each other. But it was so much better than the weeks of nothing we’ve had up until now, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat ❤

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Resign