As is everyone's life!
I won't go into the uncertaincies, cancellations, sudden changes, quick decisions etc that those of you travelling will know only too well, but the current situation is - Heather who flew home on 31st March is self-isolating in my house in Scotland. I am self-isolating in a friend's beautiful holiday flat in York for the next two weeks. We're both well with no symptoms at all but family members with compromised immune systems meant it wasn't straightforward! Lots of you will be juggling similar dilemmas...
My journey took 30 hours and then I slept for 9. Standing ovations for all the people who made it possible and to my daughters who organised it all.
Was it all a dream? That sail on a beautiful morning across the empty lagoon from Venice to Marco Polo Airport, the only passenger on a beautiful new boat, and without a ticket. The walk along totally silent and empty corridors to the terminal which looked deserted. I felt like Leonard Mead in Ray Bradbury's The Pedestrian (thanks Steven). And then back on British soil, the driver who wanted to share all his conspiracy theories about the virus. I had had about 3 hours sleep in 48 hours by this point and this was just too much. I had to pretend to be asleep!
I won't go into the uncertaincies, cancellations, sudden changes, quick decisions etc that those of you travelling will know only too well, but the current situation is - Heather who flew home on 31st March is self-isolating in my house in Scotland. I am self-isolating in a friend's beautiful holiday flat in York for the next two weeks. We're both well with no symptoms at all but family members with compromised immune systems meant it wasn't straightforward! Lots of you will be juggling similar dilemmas...
My journey took 30 hours and then I slept for 9. Standing ovations for all the people who made it possible and to my daughters who organised it all.
Was it all a dream? That sail on a beautiful morning across the empty lagoon from Venice to Marco Polo Airport, the only passenger on a beautiful new boat, and without a ticket. The walk along totally silent and empty corridors to the terminal which looked deserted. I felt like Leonard Mead in Ray Bradbury's The Pedestrian (thanks Steven). And then back on British soil, the driver who wanted to share all his conspiracy theories about the virus. I had had about 3 hours sleep in 48 hours by this point and this was just too much. I had to pretend to be asleep!
I didn't see any of the famous statues in Rome in my 19 hours there.
These were just huge photgraphs in the airport. Another case of being tantalisingly close but not able to look!
But here I am looking out at one of my favourite sights in all the world - the daffodils around the city walls in York, and a view of the Minster...
Counting blessings.
But here I am looking out at one of my favourite sights in all the world - the daffodils around the city walls in York, and a view of the Minster...
Counting blessings.
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