The only masky photos here were because the invisible boy took the "face covering" too literally and wore the buff over his entire head and face for his medical appointment.
Followed by doing the same on an open decked boat in Storm Ellen when the DCs were moaning about the spray and wind in their faces.
We didn't do anything indoors on holiday that required face rags for more than a few perfunctoray minutes. DH is far more moderate than me, but he's hardly rushing to wear the blighters if it's more than 5 mins.
Early lockdown, I did get lots of beautiful countryside walk photos of the spring. I like those. I was already worn down by 6 months of grim, dull, sodden autumn/ winter weather. I'm happy to hold onto silver linings like that.
With DCs of 7 & 9, they're at a gorgeous stage of childhood. The toddler years were a slog with the world's most tantrummy toddler (now I know it was the ASD, god bless hindsight) and he was still going strong when DS2 hit the kamikaze bolt and climb stage. So I don't want to forget this stage of their lives as they are a lovely balance of playful and easy to keep alive.
My life? Well not much memorable has occurred for some reason 
I'm finding the year fuzzing in my head already and actually this discussion helps to keep it clear when someone throws up something like crisps on a bench, or candles in a potato. It reminds me what the world was like and that it happened for other people too.