I don’t know about you but I have a terrible habit of stumbling across poems, buying the book and then ignoring it forever. Well, now that we’re in lock-down I have decided to take down a volume of poetry every day and spend and hour reading. I will then post a poem on this website.
My snazzy new espresso maker from Tom Sheehy in Clonakilty and a picture of where I write these posts.
Taoisech Leo Varadkar has announced lockdown:
With effect from midnight last night, for two weeks, everyone must stay at home in all circumstances except for the following:
- Travel to and from work, for the purposes of work only where work is an essential service.
- Shop for food or household goods, or to collect a meal.
- To attend medical appointments
- For vital family reasons
- To take brief individual physical exercise, within 2km of your own home.
- Farming purposes, food production and care of animals.
- All public and private gatherings, with any number of people are prohibited outside of your family unit.
- All public transport, and passenger travel will be restricted to those providing essential services.
- No travel outside of 2km radius of your home, for any reason except those listed above.
A little early-morning composting watched by the ever-curious neighbours. The food waste goes first followed by cardboard and then the old pile is turned over on top. I don’t think it’s the most scientific method but it works for me. A nice tidy pile of compost is a very satisfying sight and bloody good exercise first thing.
Off to the recycling centre!
On the radio: Cello Suite by Bach, Alisa Weilerstein R3.
Black Dyke Band playing Rusalka – Song to the Moon. Fabulous.
My painting shed. Just started a new series, The Silk Road. One finished called: The Silk Road: Persian Iris. I am really enjoying myself despite everything as it the first time I have had the time and space to simply get on with work without worrying about getting a part-time job/doing a part-time job and can just concentrate. It makes all the difference.
The weather continues cold and dreary so have ordered more firewood from good old Conor as I especially do not want to run out at this time. The fire is very comforting.
Have started a one-day fast God help me.
Had SingalongaLudwig in the shed to the Choral Fatasie. I felt a bit sorry for my neighbours, the cows, who probably thought it was the dying screams of some strange wild animal. Came in to find a Beethoven sonata just about to start on R3. Synchronicity.
On the way back from getting supplies yesterday. The view from above Ownahincha at about 6 pm.