Lockdown two arrived in England on Guy Fawkes Day, as the whole world awaited news of whether Trump or Biden would be residing in the White House. The collective energy felt heavy and a dense early morning fog lurked over London.
As the sunshine emerged, I delved into nature as often as possible. Exploring my favourite spots at Walthamstow Marshes (my feet accidentally submerged in the swamp) and enjoying the overgrown wildness of Abney Park Cemetery. Strangers have started smiling at each another again… there’s that underlying sense of unease and needing to come together.
It was a long, emotional week… the election drawn out for days and Michelle preparing to move out of our place and head for the Dorset hills. As Biden was announced President Elect and Trump was having a tantrum, bedrooms in our house were cleaned, a van loaded up with Michelle’s instruments and a whole forest of plants, whilst Phuti (the cat) looked terrified as she was packed in her box.
The road to Dorset in a massive van was long, but it was great to drop Michelle off at her new countryside cottage. I did my best to help her unpack and settle in, then made the most of her bath (we don’t have one in London!), enjoyed a dip in the freezing cold pond in her garden (!) and tried to coax Phuti out from her many hiding places. Gonna miss those two.
Journeying back to London alone, Caribou’s “Can’t Do Without You” started playing just as I was admiring Stone Henge from afar. The tears streamed down my face.
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