November 1st and a short walk seemed in order - just to get out of the house. Stretch my legs. A five minute drive up to Ringinglow. I parked Clint in the car park where I met up with my quizzing chums on several occasions during The Time of COVID when all pubs were closed. There was a picnic table where we sat and joked and drank some cold beers at what we called "The Alpaca Arms". Those were the days.
2020 was a bit like our wartime. Currently, down in London, the official COVID Inquiry is well under way. There will be no charges - it's not that kind of inquiry. But what is being revealed is the disorganised but "macho"culture that existed in 10 Downing Street under our clown prime minister - Boris Johnson. When it came to facing up to the COVID challenge, he was in denial - like a rabbit caught in the headlights.
He thought that COVID was Nature's way of dealing with old people and that they should accept their fate for he wanted to focus upon the young and getting the economy going again. It seems both callous and incredible... and this was the guy who led us into the continuing disaster that is Brexit. How could anyone have believed him?
See the top picture... just as I set off on my walk, I spotted the old beech tree in a clearing, nicely illuminated with a carpet of fallen beech leaves surrounding it. I think that image speaks quite eloquently of November here in northern England.
Viewed from Greenhouse Lane, a small herd of cattle above The Mayfield Valley. I think that misty light also speaks of November. And so does the western sky above Greenhouse Farm. It's 3.50 in the afternoon but all too soon, night will fall.
Last weekend we put the clocks back an hour - quite why I have no idea but doing that always seems to hurry on the wintertime with its long black nights and its very short days. Next spring seems so far away.
The old beech spreads its limbs
Above a coppery carpet.
Curious cattle stare at me
Above The Mayfield Valley
And I turn to see the sky
Above Greenhead Farm -
Heavenly whorls and swirls
Of watercolour light
In the radiance of a white sun
Lamenting the death
Of another day.
And I suddenly remember
We have reached November.
from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/QhUiA9e
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