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Coronavirus Chronicle V

I planted a wisteria Floribunda Alba four years ago. It’s doing well but refuses to flower so instead of the above display I have this.

Farewell Richmond Park

Bertie is thirteen months old today. Yesterday I took him for a glorious walk round the perimeter of Richmond Park and his behaviour was exemplary until we were almost back at the car.

Coriolanus Chronicle IV

You may have noticed that there has been no mention of riparian walks up to Richmond recently. The towpath is narrow but walkers are good at stepping into the bushes to pass safely.

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The Tangier Regiment

I’ve read enough about how Brexit has divided the country. It is small beer compared to the Restoration 360 years ago. One issue then was the creation of an army forged from Parliamentary and Royalist forces; necessary as there were three Anglo-Dutch wars between 1652 and 1674. But I must digress.

Coronavirus Chronicle III

Well this year there’s something to cheer up Osbert Lancaster’s Lord and Lady Grumpy. “But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined … “ (Macbeth, Act 3, Scene 4)

How About a Walk?

Most of us want to do the right thing. The “thing” for us is daily exercise. Hitherto I enjoyed walking over to Hammersmith Bridge, crossing and walking about seven miles up to Richmond, then catching a tube home.

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Coronavirus Chronicle II

Sunday 29th March, 2020 Woke up unusually late, 7.30, feeling rather seedy. A surfeit of The King’s Ginger more likely than coronavirus. Unlike me, my iPad remembered the UK had changed to British Summer Time.

The Virus in Numbers

185,426 people live in Hammersmith and Fulham. We have 23 cases of Coronavirus; just 0.01%, so far. The BBC website has area by area data. It is also interesting to put the spread of the virus into an international context and Worldometers.info is the place to go. The data is updated daily at midnight UK… Continue reading The Virus in Numbers

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Welcome to Dystopia

Walking this evening in sunshine in Margravine Cemetery; the grass mown for the first time this year, trees in bud and spring flowers in bloom. The lark, no doubt, on the wing and the snail on the thorn; though it seems a bally silly place for a snail to pick.