Or did I miss it?
As you know, this is the time of year that I usually disappear to cooler climes. But I already live in cooler climes… although you’ve be forgiven for thinking that we’re somewhere near the equator today!
Plus disappearing off anywhere at the moment is a definite no-no. We were out earlier, giving the car its weekly run-out. Great excitement – we even had to fill up with petrol!
I need to get out more…
…says pretty much everyone at the moment.
Only we can’t.
Not everyone, everywhere, at any rate.
But if we can, we can, and if we can’t, we shouldn’t, so we don’t.
And while we were queueing up to pay in one shop (because what else is anyone doing at the moment?), the cashier had to call “next please” a few times, and with increasing volume before the lady in front of us realised it was her turn to approach the till (with great caution, naturally).
“Sorry! I was miles away.”
And I had to fight so hard to stop myself from replying “That’s probably the only traveling you’ll be doing for the next couple of months…”
You see, things are different here.
I know that in England, things are starting to relax a bit and humanity is starting to creep back outdoors and spread across the map again, with human-friendly places starting to re-open and folks starting to be able to congregate in a socially responsible manner but it’s different here. No creeping. No spreading. And definitely, definitely no congregating, no matter the levels of responsibility being shown.
So this year is going to be different.
Well, that’s an understatement, isn’t it?
This year, I’m staying put. But still disappearing, if only in the metaphysical sense. Because this year, I think that the world I’ll be running away from will probably end up on my doorstep.
Hello, over-excitable tourists. Hello, free-range grocklewuffs.
It should be a good summer. Should.
Stay safe. Be kind. Have fun.
I’ll probably speak to you again before I go off-grid. It’ll no doubt take me that long to find the grid.