Twelve Months of Covid – July

Sumer is i-cumin in—
Lhude sing, cuccu!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And springth the wude nu.
Sing, cuccu!

I never did see the Cuckoo, but I did hear it, frequently and early in the morning…… Bats are around at night, but I can’t photograph one, despite trying. They are snapping up insects and midges – we enjoy the flying display.

Warm days, long evenings, warm breezes, the scent of flowers….. the virus niggling still in the background……

We engage speakers from France and Wales, and I do more and more talks across the UK…

The highlight of July – or not – as the case may be, was getting stuck in mud on the Cleethorpes Fitties. Knee deep in mud, loss of wellington boot, and in the end trudging across a beach covered in filth – feeling smelly, and also pretty frightened. I’d fallen over twice, once flat on my back – and my companion was equally unhappy. Fortunately I’d managed to get the camera back in the bag before I fell. The image above is the one I took just before getting stuck.

I never did find the wonderful kind lady who gave me a huge pack of wet wipes when I got back to the car – everything I touched was covered in mud, and it was weeks before the boot of the car was clear of detrius….. I wish I could find her and say thank you properly….

I have much more respect for tide and time these days……..

I spoke to the manufacturer of the camera bag, and they were kind enough to send me a bottle of cleaner – which did an excellent job of getting all the mud out of the nooks and crannies …..


On the first month of covid – we went to Woodhall Spa
On the second month of covid – we went to Humber Bridge
On the Third month of covid – we went as far as the garden pond
On the fourth month of covid – we were still in the garden
On the fifth month of covid – we went on bike rides, but mostly stayed at home
On the sixth month of covid – we went to the local woods
On the seventh month of covid – we headed to the beach (with mixed results)