Staying home.

I was sad this morning to read that a man had drowned swimming on one of my favourite beaches. It is a very quiet place on the North coast and I have always known that it could be dodgy. My children used to watch me showing off out beyond the surf and I was always aware of the odd current. Porthcurno is very beautiful. But it’s some time since I visited. Living on the south coast I don’t swim very often...and right now it’s definitely best to stay away. Stories of people intent on enjoying themselves in the face of Lockdown are quite worrying. I can walk to a beach from here but I find myself reluctant to leave the safety of home. It’s the same feeling that means I am not going out at all just now. Stay safe! Words that resonate with me. I just hope that at some stage I will fight back. This old woman staying close to home is not the real me. But the fact that I am reluctant to venture out is a bit worrying...so when all this is finally over I will make sure thst I do go out and do things once again. But for the moment I am happy to stay put here. If people turn up here I would be glad to see them but I’m not going far just now. Old age has finally claimed another body. Mine. Oh dear! A warning may be needed here...apparently the blogging app is changing..I have been warned and I think I can cope but if one morning I fail...please don’t assume the worst...I’ll do my best with the new blog and I’ll stick to the same name. Hopefully it will just carry on...so please bear with me if there are some odd or even missing posts....I can only try.