Walnut and raisin bread fresh and warm from my neighbourhood artisan bakery. My treat for the weekend. I walked to join the bread queue for this loaf just after 7:30 am on Saturday morning.
I’m trying to keep the weekend special, otherwise the days just merge and every day in lockdown really is the same.
This is London life as it is right now, shown in the style of a holiday postcard. Today’s supermarket queue took 20 minutes to get to the door. The weather feels like June. Time to enjoy the unusually blue sky now bereft of haze from aviation and to breathe the unusually clear air here adjacent to the A4 arterial road, usually chokka with traffic fumes. And there’s also time to hear the birds singing.
The morning after the lockdown is extended.
The petals are dropping swiftly from the cherry trees.
It’s as if all our hopes and all our dreams for this spring are dropping in to the gutter.
Whilst the iron bars of the lockdown stretch ever onward.