Fly past.

A stunning late afternoon down on Shoreham Beach.

Shoreham Beach, West Sussex on a late May afternoon.

After three mildly stressful days, the results of the PCR jury are in: and I’m clean.

(I was asked to take a test as part of a research study, not because I was symptomatic.)

A UK government text message showing a Covid-19 test result.

April in 32 seconds and 13 years

So. That was April. It lasted just over 13 years, I only drove the car three times, and those were the only times I left Shoreham Beach.

This was - and is - an historic period but for most of us - the lucky ones - our lives have been incredibly mundane despite that. Even with the anxiety and the homeschooling and the work and financial stress, the time with my wife and children has been a blessing.

That’s about as socially distanced as it gets.

Two girls ealking on a blustery Shoreham Beach.

Lockdown skies.

Moody sunset last night.

Sunset over Shoreham-by-Sea

This fella dropped by while I was lounging in the garden.

Current view.

Our family lockdown exercise. I love these three so very much.

The Tinworth Family on Shoreham Beach.