I was reminded recently that a million years ago, at the start of January, I chose as my word for the year ‘enough’. How apt that has turned out to be. Nothing could have prepared me for what came next, but I have learned that enough is definitely enough. Especially when the pandemic has exposed all the deep inequalities in our society, where the poorest get hit hardest and fastest. Always. And the powerful refuse to acknowledge their power and share. Not always I know, but as a generality it seems to me that fits.
At Easter and Pesach (Passover), I hope that all of us can reflect on what the pandemic should mean for us once we’re through the worst of the crisis.
And so back to today.
What a perfect Bank Holiday (it would have been in normal times). We decided to go to the seaside for our morning coffee date*. Fortunately Malcolm had many many photos from times past, and also some evocative recordings of waves and beach noises. So we enjoyed all of it, as we sat in our very sunny kitchen and drank our good coffee and ate our excellent cinnamon buns.
Below is a small selection of the photos. All but two were taken in the UK. I hope they find you well.
Stay home. Stay safe.
See you tomorrow xxxx
*Don’t worry, this was another virtual trip. Which was good enough, for now.
the magic jug 