Q Day five

Day five

Half way into my sequestration and I am awake at 3.45am. No, I do not mean to be awake at 3.45am but, nevertheless, I am. An urgent call of nature had me sliding out from under the substantial duvet, and sidling to the (literal) bathroom ( i.e. an Edwardian room which contains a bath). 

There is a slight roseate colouring pastel drawn atop of the eggshell blue sky here in oysterland. It is cool at the fresh  start of another Summer's day. 

Living here, so close to the sea and hearing diurnal seagulls, has me recalling songs by Donovan, the mystical minstrel of the 60s and 70s. Most especially his 1967 double vinyl album 'A Gift from a Flower' to a Garden, and songs like 'Starfish-On-The-Toast', only Mersea has mud rather than rocks.

My Negative Test Result Certificate for my Day 2 test came through last evening. Which is, quite obviously, good, and helps me along to my release.

I am itching to discover if the ferry is still operating between Mersea Island and Brightlingsea, or the other to Wivenhoe, and what the crossings are like. It has been so long that I had a lengthy walk, and a day's coastal adventuring with fish and chips for lunch would be fascinating. So, there, that's for another day.

This poem has been in my head this early morning.

Leisure

by

William Henry Davies

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

My mantra Be Here Now