Some of the best years

Here I am, tucked away in full view. If there happened to be anybody on this coastal path, and if they happened to look carefully they would see me but as it is I just have the dog for company.

What if………….these are (still) some of the best years? I know I have been guilty of feeling a tad cheated in terms of freedom these last few weeks. Normally I can’t wait for the good weather and the longer days to come around so that I can get away in my tiny camper. Now I can’t. So I’ve been giving myself a good talking to and am reminded that I live in a beautiful place and I have a young dog to exercise.

I just sneaked in as a 1940s baby some 70 years ago so have enjoyed some of the very best ‘boomers’ years. Such a great time to be alive! Right now though, being 70 I’m required to self isolate. My shopping is done for me and the house and van are much cleaner and more organised than usual and I’ve just read that we are allowed to drive a short way in order to exercise. So, hooray, my list of available walks is hugely extended for the next three week stint. But what if………….this is the new norm? In comparison to so many folk I am, indeed, fortunate, if a bit lonely on occasions.

As I sit above the shore where we have just been pootling along I can see a golf course and pavilion, two lighthouses, the sea, and islands. One other soul has ventured along nearby and is enjoying the sun by the pavilion. The kettle has boiled and I’ll only stay long enough for a coffee but in terms of self isolating, I’m doing it. And for many this would constitute a wonderful holiday. So, I resolve to be positive and see the good in this present day situation, as it affects me. These could, indeed, be some of the best times.