It might be time for me to accept that I am in a high risk group when it comes to Covid 19 (I'm on the flu jab list owing to a prolonged period of chemotherapy a few years ago). Up until now I have happily entered public places but probably need to be more cautious, not just for myself but also for my immediate family. A spot of self-isolation might be best, with an open-ended time scale. I still intend to get out birding (an isolated event normally anyway) but do not plan any visits to reserves or places where groups of birders congregate (not that this normally applies to my Uber-patch sites). Searching out for plants, checking the moth trap and other assorted natural history tasks will be welcome diversions in these times of uncertainty.
And, God forbid, I find myself having to actually stay inside 100% of the time, I have a pile of books that are demanding my attention - assuming, of course that I will be well enough to read them. There are also household tasks that could do with my inexpert attention and the garden is crying out for some TLC...
Stay safe, be sensible and refrain from panic buying. It could be that we are going through a painful lesson that will end in reminding us that possession is not everything, community is crucial to our social and mental well-being and that when we ask others if they are alright we open up a society (largely neglected since the 1980s) to become a better and warmer place.
I'll attempt to post a daily image that will hopefully bring a little bit of light relief to those of you who visit this blog. Today's offering is of a summer meadow, resplendent with a mass flowering, taken on Banstead Park Downs in 2015. Ragwort, Marjoram, Wild Parsnip and other species turned this field into a French Impressionist's dream.