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.

That’s about as socially distanced as it gets.

Two girls ealking on a blustery Shoreham Beach.

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.

Bluebells in the garden.

Bluebells in a Shoreham Beach back garden.

I’ve got the perfect background for the next few Zoom meetings.

Very professional, I think.

Evidence, I think, that my daughters are handling this lockdown more productively than me.

The worst of it?

I can’t even eat them. I’m milk intolerant.

Ballet class via Facebook Live.

Spectacular caterpillar nest in a tree.

A caterpiller nest in a tree in the garden of Shoreham Beach Primary School.

Prepping a video for the local church. Not how I expected to be using this kit…

Testing video setups is much harder when you actually have to share your home with the rest of the family while you’re doing so…

Socially distanced martial arts classes begin…

Daily exercise.

exercising on Shoreham Beach.

Mum, Christmas day, 1983.

Ann Tinworth on Christmas Day 1983.

Time-lapsing again.

Life blossoming in the espalier trees.

An espalier fruit tree coming into bloom.

Somebody is being far too generous about my linguistic competence.