Hurrah, another weekend at home adapting to our new normal. On Saturday this meant that the Hubster whizzed around the house cleaning windows, dusting, clearing weeds from the garden, doing washing etc. Since it's not something he does much of normally, I kept out of his way. After three weeks of reduced exercise, and jumping on the scales to realise that I have gained 1/2 stone, I knew that I needed to pull my finger out and start recreating my daily exercise habit. One problem though is that I am now sharing the turbo trainer with the Hubster.
Today I heard the birds singing. Not just the noisy seagulls that can be heard above the usual city din. But the small birds whose song is usually drowned out under all the noise. I've discovered that other wildlife has become more noticeable in the silence too. A friend watched a fox at her gateway. Not darting around avoiding people. Just sitting at the end of her path, watching the world go by. Not that much was going by at all. In Wales, a wild herd of Kashmiri goats.....
Today was much like yesterday, but without a cream team, or a round of applause for the NHS. However, the health workers and support staff were reporting back today just how touched they were that their sacrifices were so appreciated by the population as a whole. Even royalty and the PM & Chancellor joined in with the applause. The NHS will certainly be earning our praise over the next few weeks, as the death toll from this indiscriminate virus rises daily, and it seems inevitable that we will be practicing social distancing in one form or another for considerably longer than the initial 3 weeks set in place.
Since this is a cycling blog, after yesterday' distractions in watching how my local community were keeping themselves entertained during the lockdown, I am returning to the subject of exercise with a focus on cycling in particular.... The Government has decided that during this lockdown, they still want the country to be able to get some exercise outside - hurrah!. But, we are restricted in how we can do this..... But what does this mean in practice?
Well that’s that then, lockdown! If was never really a question of IF it would happen, but more a case of WHEN and how extensive. Clearly all the warnings last week about social distancing, and how it meant 6ft or 2 metres apart, had little impact. With a sunny weekend, Mother's Day, the Government telling us it was ok to exercise, and all leisure activities, cafes, bars & restaurants closed, it was a balls up waiting to happen. But boy did we fuck it up!
Taking a glance at my book collection, it's not hard to understand why I feel compelled to travel all over the world with my bike. My reading material transports me to far flung places, and it's usually around this time of year, when the evenings are dark that I bury my nose deep into the next epic cycling adventure.