In this time of a novel coronavirus wreaking global havoc and the equally novel responses to this crisis, I have one of the least novel thoughts in the history of thoughts to share with you today. A cliché even. But as Terry Pratchett once said: “The reason that clichés become clichés is that they are the hammers and screwdrivers in the toolbox of communication.” They’re basic and rudimentary, but essential instruments in the construction of our reality. Especially in such strange and uncertain times. So, the thought I want to share with you today is this:
Hovering on the very verge of March, I suddenly realise that memories of my three week December break have become so vague, they may as well be figments of my imagination. So, just to make sure I’m not quite stark raving mad, here are some pics from the holiday that somehow epitomize a sense of freedom.