As we passed the equinox last Sunday, the thought that from now on the daylight hours will get incrementally longer is exciting. I was one of those people who enjoyed lockdown. I enjoyed the peace and calm on our roads and the quiet that allowed our planet to restore itself, if only temporarily, but I am also now looking forward to trips away in our caravan as the months get warmer.
But we humans are a fickle lot. Three months ago, we were scared that the virus would run rampant in our country. We were grateful for the lockdown that protected us from getting sick. We were thankful for the essential workers who saved lives, who kept food on our tables and for the leadership that made it happen. We were kinder, more compassionate and a team; a team of five million.
But it seems we are no longer scared. Our gratitude has disappeared. Instead, the team has broken apart and we have become a herd who criticises, complains and moans. Whatever happened to our collective spirit? What happened to kindness?
Meanwhile, I’ve sat in my writing room enjoying the autumn sunshine and my time in yesteryear. I’ve investigated life and the effect the First World War had on small communities. I’ve spent time learning about Celtic spirals and the koru as symbols of unity and spirit and nature.
My newest novel, “The Portrait of a Man” is progressing but it’s a long way from being finished. Maybe I’ll have more news next time. Keep watching.
Photo courtesy of Bev Robitai