So, instead of a long ride to mark restrictions easing, I have decided to change the post’s image. A slow, creep through a crack in the door. We’re getting there. Slowly. We’re getting there.
Slowly, gently, we are emerging from lockdown. Like a caterpillar out of a pupas we shall soon be fully-fledged butterflies. But until then, we’ll just wriggle around a bit more and for a bit longer than we did in the first part of lockdown.
There might not be much travel going on, but that doesn’t mean we can’t stop exploring. It turns out I don’t know about half of the beauty just a few minutes past my own front door.