My Sunday Feeling

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Pant Y Gwair, this afteroon
We got out to stretch our legs round the lanes for an hour this afternoon - there's only so many old movies on Talking Pictures TV that you can watch in a sitting.

This walk takes you from our place down Tan Y Bwlch Road and through Llanllechid Churchyard, where the two sisters that used to own our place are buried. Although the Church itself has long fallen out of use, the graveyard is still kept up and there's a fine yew avenue leading down from the main gate. From there you head down beside the stream to Pant Y Gwair and then up past Cae Swings to the High Street and so back to our place. A pleasant stroll that I think we've done on and off ever since we moved here forty years ago. Jane walks this one more than I do, but then I'm out and about with work anyway, so I get my fix of pounding the country lanes most days.

Been reflecting on the fact that growing old does change the way we deal with stuff like the current situation. I certainly wouldn't have put something like Covid-19 at the top of my list of stuff that would completely change the way mankind has to live, globally. Globally. By all that's Holy, it's been a hell of a few weeks. And weeks is all that it has been. If Hollywood had come up with this plotline, it would have been laughed out of theatres as risible.

I think it must be far, far worse psychologically for younger generations like the Millennials than for us, though. We at least are lucky enough to have decades of living, experience and memory to draw from. Music alone, let alone all the stuff we've seen, eaten, drunk and philosophised about over the decades, is something I'm infinitely grateful for.

All in all, not a bad day, although I've got work in the morning and I've no idea where that's going to take me. Still, one foot in front of the other and hope the road rises up.

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