I took Olga over to Hampstead Heath yesterday, and we spent a couple of hours walking in the woods.
Is this against the government's rules, during our coronavirus lockdown? I don't think so. We're allowed one period of outdoor exercise per day, to include walking. There's no prescribed time limit, but we are told to stay local -- we're not supposed to drive or take public transport. So as far as I can tell, I violated nothing, but I also have a nagging feeling it was probably a longer walk than the experts have in mind. Which is why I'm making it an infrequent outing.
It's hard to know. Our rules are quite open to interpretation.
I wanted to go yesterday, before Easter weekend, because I think it's possible the Heath will be more crowded beginning today. Yesterday we saw people, but it was never hard to maintain distance and a lot of the time Olga and I had the landscape to ourselves.
Olga, of course, had a terrific time and didn't worry at all about rules and regulations. Or staying clean.
The bees were on the flowers of the yellow archangel...
...and the bluebells were beginning to bloom in the woods.
The gorse was an explosion of yellow.
We walked up Parliament Hill and saw a few people lingering on benches, which the police have expressly asked us not to do. Soon after I took this photo, a police car passed me going up the hill and I heard an officer making announcements through his incomprehensible loudspeaker, presumably moving people along.
Olga and I got no closer than this. Even though there are almost 20 people in this photo, that's far fewer than you'd normally see on a sunny day at Parliament Hill. It was weird looking at the city skyline and thinking that a lot of those high-rises in the financial district are probably empty, with everyone working from home or, worse, furloughed.
Nonetheless, it felt so good to take a long walk once again. I know it made Olga's day.