Here, in our little enclave, people find things to do during lockdown. This post only relates to the observable since, for all I know some, and behind closed doors, people may be heavily into large-knot macramé or carpet bowls.
When the sun shines, which it has done quite a bit lately, some like to bring their folding chairs down the stairs from the third floor (there is no lift) and soak up the sun.
And nothing wrong with that, though if you want to carry on with your book, you are likely to be buttonholed by other residents – one disadvantage of the grounds being shared rather than private.
Or it may be that you’re into exercise, as this resident is. Though in this case her attention has clearly been caught by something other than her training regime. A stag beetle, perhaps? A seed pearl?
She has laid out her mat in front of one of our windows, from which I can see that her routine demands a flexibility not available to me. Ah, but it was when you were young, you are kind enough to say. Well no, it was not.
Some like to entertain, laying on drinks and griddle scones for their guests. Yes, that’s more like it, I can cope with that.
And others break sweat playing croquet, this time seen from a window to the front.
Really, with so much entertainment laid on free of charge, who needs Netflix, Amazon Prime, Apple TV, Disney or Britbox?