3 July 2022

I salute the man in the white van as he passes me on my early morning walk, he returns the gesture with a half wave as he does every morning. I salute the man in the small black car covered in dust, his rear window is streaked with strokes made by the inadequate windscreen wiper….

28 June 2022

We left home at 9.30am having packed a picnic and two small flasks of coffee. It was a pleasant day with the sun filtering through foamy clouds. I felt as if I was going to court, as if I was going to be held to account. My daughter was driving the car, she turned to me and said,

‘Are you alright?’