Category Coronavirus
We leave lockdown just as the T5 grinds, literally and horribly, to a halt, half a mile from home. A harsh scraping, nothing in the gears and I freewheel to kerbside safety. A two-hour wait for a tow is… Continue Reading →
The strangest of years comes to a close with a mild pffft. Not for 2020 the traditional fireworks – of which I never take notice anyway, other than to ensure an anxious greyhound is tucked in the middle of a… Continue Reading →
We move beyond local lockdown into isolation, our little trio bunkering down to a halt as the world outside the window continues to turn. A teen loses all sense of taste and smell and I lose the sense of humour… Continue Reading →
We’re back in lockdown. After 72 days of relative freedom, I slowly, mechanically brace. Round two is like round one, but without the Dunkirk spirit and the Stronger Together hashtag. We’re not together; we’re segregated now by local lockdowns, some… Continue Reading →
I’m strolling, at a suitable distance, with friends through woods dappling under bursts of sunlight. We’re approaching the longest day and this is one of a flurry of local walks snappily arranged as soon as Mark Drakeford says it’s ok…. Continue Reading →
I reach Pontypridd, just where the A470 splices the town between Sainsbury’s and the university, before I’m aware of the tears. I’ve driven from Merthyr and the crying could have started at any point along a usually busy carriageway fallen… Continue Reading →
