HOME ALONE
Well here we still are – or perhaps not by the time you read this: goodness me, let’s hope so – but I do rather worry about how you’re all bearing up in these strange and straitened times. Social distancing is one thing, but this Social Hibernation altogether something else: and, with no release in prospect, it does get me down somewhat. But that said, and if around here is anything to go by, it does seem that this time the prescript is honoured more in the breach than strict observance. And I have to admit I do stretch the point a bit myself, with a saunter down to Brockwell Park – only now and again you understand: and just for exercise of course – with the off-chance of a gossip with Silent Joe, the resident Heron, as a bonus. Mind you, that can sometimes be a bit of a frost. Like most people I know whose sole interest is spearing fish, he’s not the greatest of conversationalists, and extreme social distancing is the