On the Bridge

After yesterday’s hopelessness today felt much more positive, not that anything has changed globally. A food shopping trip to not my usual supermarket yielded a particular bottle of Alsace Gewurztraminer recommended by one of the weekend papers, my favourite white chocolate ice cream (reduced) and the Expresso coffee that E likes but which Morrison’s never seem to have.
After lunch (the remainder of the sausages) I donned wet weather togs and went to look for a decent blip. The park was almost completely empty, perhaps they were all in the non-essential shops which opened today after three weeks, because normally on a Friday afternoon, whatever the weather, it is jam-packed.
The blip is taken from the bridge beside Pollok House, the main walkway on the right unusually deserted. It was a novelty to stand and stare without the distraction of voices, bikes, runners and dogs.
When I came back C, our neighbour on the ground floor, was on a ladder in the common hallway erecting a complex network of white icicle lights, predictably they wouldn’t switch on. It is beginning to feel like Christmas.