Clumber Park

I've been busy making jam and marmalade today so no time to run out for a blip, but now I'm on the sofa after a hard day at the cooker I wondered what I'd been doing on this day in previous years and up popped this one from 26 November 2019. I'd just finished 10 months of breast cancer treatment and was away with a friend in Sheffield. On our way home we stopped for her dog (and us) to have a wander. Clumber Park was a revelation in the late autumn sun with glorious leaf colour, loads of swans swanning around the lake and not the slightest suggestion that Covid 19 was already stirring the pot in China. 

Today we've learned about the newly named variant Omicron and it feels like we're sliding backwards again. Especially in the UK where we have perhaps the most negligent government in Europe (possibly wider than that), seemingly happy to allow Covid to run wild among schools regardless of the health and economic burden such a policy inevitably causes. We could be doing so much more to curb transmission - masks, hand hygiene, ventilation, space, easy stuff. Not restrictions but precautions!