My friend Margaret and I accidentally joined a rally today. We had arranged to go together for our lockdown exercise and have a grumble about BoJo and his government, the Bunker Boy and the never ending lockdown rules. “We picked a good day’ Margaret announced when we met at the bus stop by the park. ‘There’s a rally for Black Lives Matter, my granddaughter Habiba’s going’. We decided to carry on with the walk through the gardens and away from the sea front. It was a good day for a walk in more ways than one, two minutes later it started raining. Never daunted, we carried on and saw quite a few young people with banners and masks walking in the opposite direction. We decided to eat our sandwich but I found I’d brought coffee but no cups. Off to Tesco for some plastic beakers, I found I’d also forgotten my purse. Margaret paid and we sat on a bench and had our lunch. Oh for a restaurant or even a cafe. We thought we would go back to see what was happening with the rally. Quite a decent size crowd at Pier Approach, enough people that although we could hear someone with a mike we couldn’t see them. It was drizzling and windy so we found a sheltered spot to listen. The speakers had a good positive message, some speaking from experience and others wanting things to change. The crowd were mainly young people and probably locals as the uni is closed. The young generation are inspiring and make me hopeful that change will come and soon. Of course black lives matter and so does equality. We all need to stand together to stop prejudice and that sense of superiority from parts of the population. Unfortunately we hadn’t dressed for the weather and were getting cold, as we left someone tapped me on the shoulder and my grandson Alex was there with his friends. He was wearing a mask and gloves (and shorts in the rain) and said it was his first time out of the house since lockdown began. A good reason to escape I think. We didn’t find Habiba in the crowd but we were glad we were there if only for a short time.
In 1997 a mum with four children was on holiday in West Wales and fell in love with the area. She found an old tumbledown cottage with no electricity and no running water unless you count the river that was running through it. Still the property only cost £59 so she snapped it up. The locals thought she was mad and had paid over the odds even at that low price. She has taken 22 years and a lot of money (although she hasn’t let on how much) to renovate it into her dream home. Today it is valued at nearly half a million pounds, She is running her quilting business from a rather posh looking tin hut in the garden.
Did no one notice that I had two Day 67s? I had to go through and update them all. You’re not paying attention. Nighty night, Sleep tight. 😴💤😴