I'm in an Official Oasis of super extra something or other to do with birds.
Some years ago we got swamped due to a summer madness of Holy Magic Miracle Water. Madonna sightings and everything (Mother of Christ, not ageing pop star).
That was shit. Track blocked solid in both directions, press, chaos. I know most were fragile mentally and some very ill, but my sympathy wore very thin after three days trapped in the house and I wanted them route marched all the way home. Poked by bayonets if necessary to speed them up out of here.
Now the regulations have been eased suddenly my area has gone from The Farm The Zombie Apocalypse Forgot (season 2, Walking Dead) to Piccadilly Circus. Families trotting around. People on bikes. It makes me smile. Yes, I can no longer wander for KM in my pyjamas talking to my walk reluctant dog like she understands me. The herds of deer have disappeared. People do leave litter. We have to pick our times carefully to make sure we don't bump into lots of people.
But it's so nice to see our world coming back to life. And god knows it's been so much harder for them in the towns and cities, in flats with no garden, trying to wfh, with increasingly unhappy littles under their feet 24/7
I can't begrudge them the air, space and beauty after everything they've been through.
We'll be careful obviously. Not everybody keeps their mask on. A couple of the cyclists forget there might be people on the narrow woodland tracks and one nearly ran me over. Good job I'm used to rapidly hopping out the way when I hear a noise in case it's Rudolf The Evil Bastard (not a rein) Deer coming to pick on me again.
But I'd rather lose some of the super safe freedom we had before and have them here than go the other way. It's not like last time which felt like a horrible swarmy invasion. Different atmosphere, and we've all been through such a lot.