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Week 2 of distancing

March 29, 2020


Monday: I went to the woods. Spring was there before me.

Ivy shadows small

Tuesday: This. In my own back yard.

Fungi small

Wednesday: New life on a dead willow.

In the Bishop's Eye

Thursday: Light enters the Bishop’s Eye.

3.26 Park Wood West

Friday: West Park Wood – mostly beech with a few oaks at the corners.

wild greens

Saturday: Wild greens for a pungent soup. That’ll help with distancing! We did our daily walk after dark and didn’t see another human being.

03-29 on track small

Sunday: British Summer Time began. The first bird I heard was a raven.

It’s been a week of cold clear fine weather, perfect for walking.
We have little flour or yeast, and there was none in the two shops I went to this week. I made a rather heavy loaf from rye flour and pasta flour, half and half. The next loaf was made by the man of the house.

teach me he said
I want to know how to make bread
‘when you’re dead’ left unsaid
so I did
the boy done good

Then I turned out the cupboards in the hope of finding more flour.

We have no bread

in the depths of a cupboard
I found a bag of flour
shelf-life expired

there’s mould on the outside
and I think something’s living
inside the bag

but we have oatmeal and ginger
treacle and dates
let us eat cake

The Verb on BBC Radio 3 is always worth listening to, and Ian McMillan is the perfect host. Ana Silvera’s song near the beginning a couple of weeks ago really got under my skin, and I’ve listened so often I now know all the words … I’m carrying those seeds, for planting when the time comes.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. March 30, 2020 8:01 am

    Wonderful Ama, many thanks! Hope you encounter some bread flour soon. My weekly? poem from this morning:

    We are waiting. Bright morning sunshine and brisk cold winds and everywhere birdsong and the bursting of buds and the planting of hopeful seeds and the unaccustomed hush scream at us LIFE life life. We are waiting for the surge of deaths.


    Sent from Samsung tablet

  2. March 30, 2020 1:36 pm

    Thank you for this Jo. Sums up the situation admirably!
    I’m thrilled to report that my dear friend and neighbour Steph, as soon as she read the post, rang to offer me a nearly-full bag of Burcott Mill flour and a sourdough starter. She has just brought them round, with a couple of delicious handmade chocolates. There’s so much love and joy around in the midst of all this.


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