Life opens up
Sometimes having a campervan is a wonderful thing. So here is why: we are allowed over the border into England now, we are allowed to travel within England and to spend time in gardens with another household. We are not yet allowed to stay overnight in other people's houses but the great thing about a campervan is that you bring your own bedroom with you. So a week last Friday we set off for Devon to spend time with younger son and his family and then with my sister and her husband. Devon! That is the furthest we have been in months! It is a familiar drive down the M6 and M5, round about a six hour journey including a stop. A few years ago when my father was alive we did this journey every week. Doing it again now, especially after a long period of staying home, it seems astonishing that we managed it. It felt like a long way. But it also felt like a glorious way. The sky was a brilliant blue as we drove and the trees and fields were the brilliant, vivid green of early May. And we were off, on the move, out in the world!
And oh it was good to see more of our people again. The grandchildren seemed entirely unaffected by the time that had passed since we last saw them, clamouring for stories and games and delighted to be with us again. We went to the beach. We walked beside the river. We ate delicious food and talked and talked.