Wally and I are making sure we leave the house once a day for exercise, but I can feel my attention turning closer and closer to home. Our horizons are shrinking.
Day 6 in Lamlash Lockdown (I can’t even call it Arran Lockdown any more) was blessed with a glorious, cold day of spring sunshine. We left the house early, hoping to avoid other people, headed down to the village green, and turned right.
There’s a wonderful stretch of boardwalk along the shore to King’s Cross from the sleepy hamlet of Cordon. At this time of year it wiggles through a squidgy carpet wild garlic and wood anemones.
Wild garlic.
The trees on the shoreside of the walk provide an elegant frame for views of Lamlash Bay and Holy Isle and up hill, sandstone cliffs with tiny waterfalls tumble down slope, but this time I cast my gaze lower, to the flowers at my feet. Patches of marsh marigold are stood out in the dappled light.
Marsh marigold.
We didn’t linger too long. The boardwalk would not be a place to maintain a 2m distance from anyone. By the time we returned to Cordon there were families and dog walkers taking their turn on the beach. I spent the rest of the day digging and weeding in our garden which is rapidly becoming something I could be proud of. It was lovely to stop every few minutes and listen to the birdsong ringing out around the village.
Wood anemones.