Fifteen months into lockdown. Fifteen months since we've been to an airport. For much of the time either the UK or France has been closed to travel. 'The Font' had planned to pop back to London on British Airways when the flights resume on May 17th. In the good old days there used to be four flights a day. Now its down to one a day on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. However, even this slimmed down service looks like it won't happen. France is still running forty thousand cases a day and the Brits are demanding that travellers spend five days quarantining on arrival and have tests showing they're Covid free. All the e-passport machines at Heathrow are closed and anyone entering has to stand in line and show their Covid compliant paperwork to an immigration official. Sometimes the queues are taking six hours. What fun ! Arranging a travel test at the local pharmacy and getting the results in time sounds as though it should be easy; but isn't.
In the meantime we will carry on recording the routines of pandemic life. For humans this can be summed up as quiet, quiet and quiet.
By contrast the canine component of the family is enjoying being at the centre of things. This morning the high excitement of a walk through the barley fields down to a different stretch of the stream. As the sun rises Sophie paddles, looks at dragonflies and savours all sorts of scents from the animals that have been drinking there overnight. From time to time Sophie looks back to make sure I'm keeping up.
All the other villagers have cut their grass verges. Angus has also cut the grass but has left a long strip of bright pink wild flowers that were simply too pretty to cut.
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