No, no, not that sort of post. And thats not a new collective noun for blogging !
The sudden rush of blog posts in the past couple of days, some of them back-dated, is not due to a sudden burst of creativity or energy (or, at least, not entirely). It’s just me finishing off a pile of part-complete posts stretching back to last autumn, when I was – to be frank – too depressed by the loss of what psychiatrists term ‘agency’ (the perception that your affairs are under your own control).
We are so fortunate here in Uist, as far as Covid-19 restrictions and safety are concerned. But we have suffered an almost total wipe-out of income (most of this year’s bookings of Carrick are simply carried over from last year!) ; and the abundance of fresh air and freedom, the breathaking landscapes and abundant wildlife, these are insufficient to sustain human life, let alone keeping cats and dogs fed, or fuel in the car. Or paying the Council Tax bill.
Oddly enough, as things have gone from bad to worse, we’ve at last been forced to take radical actions, and that does at least make us feel more positive, albeit about something that is the very opposite. Too cryptic for you? Well, all will become clear in good time – quite soon, in fact.