I’m not going to call this The Lockdown Diary any more. I’ve had it with 2020, and I have decided that 2021 is the year I choose hope. The pandemic is still out there, and the news still feels fierce and threatening. I suddenly realise that I did not even write about the vaccine whenContinue reading “January 1st, 2021.”
Rather to my surprise, I had the most gentle, sweet, solitary Easter. I didn’t look at the news. I stayed in my own small, precious world. I had Scotland, and the dogs and the horses, and the voices of old friends on the telephone. It was beautiful. And I felt profoundly, profoundly grateful.