This morning the wife and I went for a walk with our Springer. A bright sunny day, a chill in the air, and Spring springing. Bloody brilliant antidote to what’s going on. Fortunately, within a few hundred yards we nave access to many miles of open countryside. Even more fortunately Essex has a relatively large number of public footpaths and bridleways. Locally many farmers leave a wide strip to allow both people and horses to pass through their fields. There were a number of fairly solid hurdles and fences for the more energetic riders.
Like Desert Orchid we had originally considered travelling to somewhere to find the freedom to roam without risk, in our case to Mersea Island, where we frequently go for long walks that include the beach where the dog loves to run and swim. Given that this is deemed anti-social we have reverted to the local area.
We have figured out several routes which allow the dog to wallow in ditches/streams and get clean by going in one of the small rivers before coming home.
Having grown up in the East End close to the City I am well aware of what it is like being in a crowded flat and being able to go to a park to getaway from the hubbub. On Sundays in the summer my parents would take us to Victoria Park, Mum pushing the big Silver Cross pram and Dad corralling the rest through the streets. The park had a Lido, a large paddling pool, a lake with rowboats for hire and acres of grass. A picnic, ball games and hide and seek. Idyllic afternoons but a seemingly never ending long walk home.
Given the above it is easy for me to feel empathetic with the people that cannot now use ‘Viccy’ Park due to the excessive gathering last week. Although somewhat gentrified at one end there are several large council estates nearby and the park must seem like a haven in these times.
Surely somebody can find a solution there and elsewhere where the issue has arisen. Locking people in flats is a recipe for all sorts of problems.