health

Frontline of Freedom

Yesterday was Freedom Day in the UK. Or Freedumb Day. Depends which side of the divide you sit. For a select few of us, who still sit on the fence, yesterday was neither of these. It was Monday, July 19. The day that the final restrictions were cast aside. Yes, infections are raging, but if you’re from somewhere they aren’t, don’t gloat. Chances are your infection rates are raging or are at least on a sharp upward spike. You just hadn’t checked for a couple of days. Or else the raging is yet to come your way. Be patient it will. And soon.

I sit on the fence for good reason. Will the UK’s brave attempt to emerge from the pandemic and its restrictions be successful? I write from the frontline of freedom, the trenches of liberty – I feel it’s my duty to let you know how this goes. There’s no denying that there is some pain ahead, but there’s good reason to believe that this is the best course of action. There’s also good reason to believe we are headed toward a human catastrophe. We will find out soon enough and we Brits will pass on what will be a valuable learning experience to the rest of the world. I happen to believe we’ll be ok but I’d only wager a limited amount of cash on it.

We’re seeing well over 50,000 cases per day. In a couple of weeks, the government believe we’ll be hitting 100,000 cases a day. I personally suspect we will hit a million a week and continue to do so for quite some time. I’ve mentioned many times, over many weeks, that we’ve all got a dose of immunity coming our way, either through a needle or a sneeze. For many people, it’ll be both. Case rates like these will see that happen sooner rather than later. The unvaccinated are now the majority of those who find themselves being taken to hospitals in an ambulance, and given that all adults have now had the opportunity of at least one jab…well.

So how was Freedom/Freedumb Day? It was very much like the day before. Those who hadn’t been wearing facemarks still weren’t. Those who had been still were. What I found completely inexplicable is that those who were wearing them on their chins, are still wearing them on their chins. Jesus wept. Over the coming weeks and months, the UK is essentially going to be one giant measles-party style nation of disease. Even us jabberoos have a significant chance of getting ill, albeit mildly. I’d rather not get it. But given my core belief that we’re all going to be exposed to it sooner or later, I’m not going to hide away either. I’ll just continue to be sensible. It’s all about the Three Cs for me now.

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photography

June

Let’s have a quick look through the daily photos for June, shall we? There’s a bit of London, a few days of the Cotswolds, a sprinkle of the Purbecks and a whole load of Bournemouth. There’s an an obvious railway theme there too. Which is unsurprising, given my line of work. Ultimately, this collection of photos is a collection of memories. It’s true value lies in the future. And that value will belong almost solely to me.

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personal

Summer 2021

Good news. Summer has at last arrived. It has been an awfully long time coming. We were beginning to worry that we might not have a summer this year. The photo was taken this morning at my club, having just gone for a swim and spa session. That’s the first hole of the golf course, which looks glorious under a blue sky. I’ve been thinking about cancelling my gym and swim membership. Perhaps I shouldn’t. Perhaps I should hand over an extra £30 a month to have golf added to my account. I could buy some golfing bats off Facebook for about £50.

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