Lotherton

I'm desperate to put yards into my writing projects since words are what absorbs my mind and stop it from becoming overrun with unwanted thoughts. It's proving difficult. It's remaining very hard to concentrate. I'm still waking up with a very heavy head, as if my brain has been hard at work all night. It probably has.

It seemed necessary today to find somewhere quiet to walk. E was up for finding a place that was new to us and off the beaten track. 

It seems to me that people are falling into two camps right now. The first are those determined to carry on life as normally as possible, making an effort to return a smile with a smile, happy to stop for a chat at that now socially acceptable distance of about eight feet. The second are those that are clearly worried, not keen to engage with eye contact, uncomfortable with anyone getting too close. That has to be respected. From my experience so far, the former are outnumbering the latter. It hasn't proved difficult to approach people for a photograph. A real sense of camaraderie is developing.

Thanks for all the love and the comments. I've set myself a writing goal to reach before I'm allowed to spend time here. I'm getting close. It's just going very slowly.