Saturday, Saturday, Ever-lovin’ Saturday

Apr 4, 2020 | Covid-19 Diary, Dead Water, Writing

Corstorphine Hill

A sensible day today after the tumble last night. I got some stuff written including, hoorah! some fiction.  No cycling but I did go for a walk on the hill near us, keeping to the paths and taking care not to risk anything.

A lot of people had the same idea; not crowds, but plenty of us, all keeping a couple of metres apart and taking care to be seen to be doing so. It was good natured, and the walk up to the park was made a lot easier by there being no traffic on the road.

Chasin’ rainbows

I can’t prove this, obviously, but I got the distinct impression that being on the hill was a new experience for some of those I encountered, especially the families. In dreadful circumstances, that seemed to me to be a good thing.

I still prefer going for my walk in the evening when there are fewer people around, but it was nice to get up there. There was plenty of birdsong too, despite the people. There’s a spot I like where I often see a pair of jays, and just along from that I came across several goldcrests last year. I wasn’t going to chance any accidents by going off path this afternoon, though.

Selfie on the hill

When I got back, although there was no reaction from my knee to the walk (its grazed rather than bruised) I still iced it and elevated it in the recliner when I got home. This also led to rest since I promptly fell asleep in the recliner 🙂

As mentioned above, I was pleased to get a little writing done. I make no claims for it except it was a 1000-word short tale with a beginning, a middle and an end and it didn’t suck. That counts as progress. It isn’t part of the main narrative of the novel I’m trying to draft, but will probably be dropped into that narrative somewhere as a tale someone tells or reads along the way. Sorry that’s vague, but maybe it will make sense to you someday.

No cycling today. Temperature continues to be reptilian. All well.

An old musical favourite for tonight; they knew how to do Saturday nights back then, especially when manipulative teenage seductresses called Jeannie cam trippin’ doon stairs, as they were wont to do if you weren’t careful.