Weeks of restrictions on our movements have affected us all. Not far from my home town in Dorset is one of the main cruising ports in the UK, Southampton. It is capable of receiving the largest of passenger ships. They navigate the Solent Channel between the mainland and the Isle of Wight to reach the base at Southampton Docks.
During the Pandemic, these ships have laid empty except for the crew who maintain the essential systems. For several weeks, three of the ships have been anchored off the beach in Bournemouth Bay until their services are required once again.
The rise and fall of the tide in this area causes Poole Harbour to dry out at times, allowing people to walk across the wet sand and collect worms and other sea material. Kite surfing is a popular hobby giving spectators a colourful background.
The enforced time at home and in nearby open spaces should have dragged but goodness, the 1st day of June has arrived quickly. Maybe the time spent exercising outside has eroded more hours of my days than the spin class at the gym or maintaining communications with friends and family through online tools has resulted in more frequent contact: lengthy conversations as we try to compensate for hugs and the joy of presence.
On these hot weekends, daily exercise along the beach can feel like being in a pinball machine, trying to avoid social contact of less than 2 metres, so we go for a walk as the sun lowers for the night. The water is shallow in Poole Harbour and when the tide is out, it is possible to walk a long distance before sinking in to one of the channels. This adult and child enjoyed their evening stroll, making the most of the quiet waters of Lockdown.
For a change, we left the beach and drove 20 minutes to take our exercise in the beautiful New Forest.
New life abounds in this national park with foals, calves, goslings, and baby donkeys. This new foal tested his hoofs in the water of the pond and then rushed to his mother for a little nourishment.
My granddaughter is not quite 3 and was mesmerised by activity of the newborn animals.
Located inland from the south coast beaches of Bournemouth, The New Forest was land covered in woodland until greedy kings of the past decided to harvest the wood to build their ships. Some wood remains alongside open land, all protected by law.
Famous for the New Forest Ponies that roam freely to graze on the land, it is a draw for families, campers, walkers, cyclists, tourists and locals who come together to enjoy its beauty.
The media report overcrowded beaches and poor social distancing in Bournemouth and Poole but my experience contradicts this observation.
There is the odd group of youngsters who clearly are not part of the same household and they gathered on the beach in their small groups but, in the main, they keep their distance from others.
The promenade is a busy roadway for bikes and pedestrians but it is possible to step down on to the sand and find plenty of space to observe the 2 m rule. I love to ride my bike along the promenade however I do not agree that bikes should be free to dominate the path and to play dodgems with pedestrians. Many times, I have wished the authorities would ban all wheeled vehicles, be they bikes, skateboards, cars, etc and avoid the risk of collision with the children, dogs, elderly etc.
These moss covered rocks gave the appearance of green hills erupting from the sand. One step up could be a dangerous decision as the moss acts like ice on a ski slope and I have witnessed the fall of a few unsuspecting victims.
Last night’s announcement of the plan for coming out of the UK lockdown has left some of the population confused but hopeful that we will soon be able to have time with our families. For us, that has been the hardest thing about the situation. Zoom meetings are fun but they don’t replace the real pleasure of being with our loved ones.
Today the weather has changed and the winds are ablowin. We were attacked by swirls of sand as we took our daily exercise today and the waves crashed along the shore. It was very different to the calm weather of the weekend when not a ripple disturbed the harbour waters.
Poole Harbour is one of the busiest natural harbours on the UK’s south coast with constant traffic of leisure boats, pleasure boats and continental transport.
Lockdown has brought peace to the waterway and last night we decided to take our daily exercise at sunset so that we could appreciate its beauty. The harbour is too big to walk around within the allocated exercise time but a three mile round trip allowed us some fantastic and rare views of the quiet body of water.
In the first photo, you can see the narrow strip of land that leads to the peninsula of Sandbanks. Behind the buildings is a fantastic stretch of sandy beach. The lucky residents have views over the harbour to one side and over the beach and bay to the other.
Standing in front of the buildings above on the harbour side, we look towards the old quayside town of Poole.
Even though travel abroad will be restricted for some time, we are lucky to have some beautiful natural landscape to enjoy close to home.
I have done long walks on most of the days I have been well during Lockdown and my legs are beginning to protest. Even though I attended a gym regularly and did spin classes several times a week, these walks are challenging some of the major muscle groups. If I carried weights, it would be a great workout.
My route includes hills, beaches and the beautiful Bournemouth Gardens. This photo is of the Upper Gardens which is filled with a variety of trees, bushes and flowering plants. The great weather of April has produced a pallet of colour and every day this changes.
This pandemic has given me time to enjoy our local beauty and I hope that wherever you are, it is giving you equal pleasure.
Does a person forget the face of a loved one? His smell? Her touch?
I have been selecting photos from the many boxes in my cupboard stuffed with prints from past years for a family event that is taking place this summer. There are images of those no longer on this earth and the site of those familiar faces cause my heart to swell as I yearn for a chance to hug them just one more time.
The sense of achievement of my toddler’s face when she walked a few steps and the excited face of my child as she opened her chocolate advent calendar at the age of four cause memories to come hurtling back.
Soon she will wear a fabulous dress and pose for many other photographs and I know that these images, like those in my boxes, will have the power to move me like no other form of art.
I am writing my second novel and using Scrivener to ease the word processing side of things. As I am a collector of things, I have discovered another benefit of the package. Instead of paste, copy and print pages filling my files, I now insert the information (or even better, a link to a webpage) in the research area of my project. HOWEVER, Scrivener does not stop me being distracted by my research.
For example, today I wanted to find out where the police station in a famous city was located during the early 1960’s and also what it looked like when a visitor walked in to the entrance. I found a wonderful website of old press photos. It is now 2 hours later and I have yet to discover the police station but have had a grand time browsing the old images and picturing life in the past. And that is the problem with research – it’s too interesting.