One good thing about being unemployed is that I have time to get fitter. I’ve had a step counter for a few years. Over the winter I was working so much that I struggled to reach 6,000 steps per day. Now 8,000 steps is a bad day. During the strict lockdown I used to walk 18 steps from the door to the street to the door to the balcony, backwards…
One of the advantages of going for a walk early in the morning is the near horizontal light. I’ve been havng a nice time photographing backlit flowers this week. It’s also nice to get out early because it’s pretty hot by mid afternoon. Next week the beaches open up, but I think I’ll wait for a couple of days before I go myself – I’m worried that they’ll be crowded….
I’ve officially signed off as self employed. It’s depressing because I spent about 10 years building up the business, but I couldn’t go on paying 305€ every month for the equivalent of NI when I had no income. I ought to have done it earlier really, but I didnt want to face it. It wasn’t easy doing the paperwork. I find the websites very confusing, so I normally got down…
I’ve been out for a walk every morning, and most days I’ve brought the good camera, a Pentax DSLR with the macro lens. After 7 weeks of seeing the world from the balconies I find I want to stick my nose right in. By that I mean in both senses of the phrase. I get right up close, and I smell everything. Geraniums! Eucalyptus! Pine resin! Jasmin! Even after eight…
I’m finally allowed out – with limitations. I can go for a walk within a kilometre of home from 6 – 10 am or 8-11 pm, and alone or with someone from the same household. People doing sport can go further, but I’m not sure that hiking counts. Anyway, a kilometre is enough to get me to the little thermophile forest reserve, so that’s where I went. After almost 7…
It’s looking likely that we’ll be allowed out for exercise from May 2nd, so I’ve been getting the masks ready. The monkey is called Einstein (because he looks so clever) and he came to live with me on my 18th birthday. The sloth is Enric, who came back from Menorca with me last year – that’s why he has a Menorqui name. The masks are actually made from a pair…