For just over ten weeks I have been at home. Locked down. Only once did I venture out when I needed to buy some things only I could buy for myself. I have walked, yes, but just around the streets of my village.
So last Sunday my walk was an Adventure,
Yes the capital A is intentional!
It was an Adventure because last Sunday I got into my car (which started!) and drove down to the island and walked around the place I have grown to love in the six months since I moved here. Park and beach were still out of bounds, but it was a high tide at full moon and the causeway was up to its knees in water. There was little breeze so it felt almost as if I was driving to an island in the middle of a sheltered lake.
Even the walk around the roads is lovely. The lagoon and the bird life was clearly visible. Gulls flew overhead, calling, their cries instantly bringing back memories of umpteen beach holidays in places all around the world. There were families and their dogs, the people suitably be-masked, the dogs only too happy to be out for a walk.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Except that I was there. After all this time of longing to go, I had at last arrived. As I headed back to my car, I realised I had had an Adventure – an out of the ordinary experience – and the sky blazed gold and pink in the late afternoon.
The beauty of the place refreshed my soul and gave me fresh energy to begin the new week.
I haven’t been again. I have been working hard and time has been short. But I will go, perhaps this weekend once the cold front has gone through and the sun is shining again. Or a few days later. I don’t know. Life happens, even in lockdown. But I do know the island will be waiting. Serene and beautiful. And another adventure will happen in time.