Friday, October 02, 2020

It will pass

"Are you all right?" Dave said first thing.

"Yes, yes. I woke myself up too early to get out of an annoying dream. I was having a date with a science teacher from Macclesfield who I'd met online, and we were in the kitchen and I was offering him a drink, going through all the varieties I had and it made me sound as if I'm a heavy drinker, and the kids were there - but they were children - and you were in the sitting room, and-"

"Enough! Please don't tell me any more."


"Are you all right?" Dave said.

I had got up and dressed and gone downstairs and not found the motivation to play the sax or paint or draw or do anything useful and I was back in bed (with all my clothes on) reading the Blitz book.

"What's up?" he said.

"The news. This government. Their vile ideas for dealing with refugees and asylum seekers. It was the final straw."


"What's up?" Dave said.

"I've told you. I'm feeling low. It will pass. I've been fine for a few weeks and I've suddenly slumped. Lots of people are having mental health problems in the pandemic, you know."

"I'm not."

"I know. And I'm just feeling low.  And it will pass."

Dave went out on his bike and I dithered for twenty minutes as to whether to ride my bike or go for a walk. I decided to walk, and to do my favourite local one because it reminds me of Wensleydale. Sometimes when I'm on it, I pretend it IS Wensleydale. It was grey and blowy but wonderful anyway, and I took some photographs. 

I love this bit because the fact that the path runs between two walls shows how ancient it is.

Now I'm going to try to paint a dry stone wall with lichen on it.

I hope your spirits are up, and you have a great weekend.


Isaac said...

Lovely pictures!

Sue Hepworth said...

Thank you. Xxxx