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Isolation Diaries

I’m not going to write too much for this set of isolation photos… I’ll just be repeating myself. That’s a bit of a theme at the minute, sheer repetitiveness. The same local walks, the same routines, the same views. My mental health has been very up and down but I think I can feel it levelling out to a steady plateau of boredom. I had a little jolt of joy when it was announced that we could drive for exercise, but even that doesn’t seem like a great idea after seeing a lot of local councils recommending you ignore the announcement. Who knows anymore. I got really annoyed at Steven yesterday because he kept saying ‘at least we have this, at least we have that’, but he’s right. It could be worse and we just need to keep trooping.

Amy Spires
Isolation Diaries

I have to say, I’m actually thoroughly enjoying this whole lockdown business. It could definitely be worse. I’m on furlough and Steven is still out delivering all your post so we’re not really taking much of a hit with income, and I’m spending less on travel and Grainger Market street food so we’ve been able to buy things for the house we’ve been putting off. We’ve finished decorating and putting new stair treads on our stairs, and the biggest challenge was a three day front garden overhaul, which has dramatically improved the front of our house and I can’t stop looking at it. Photos of that will be in the next batch of film I get developed.

We’ve also become frighteningly familiar with the Silverlink Biodiversity park and the waggon ways, which are both a few minutes walking distance from our house. I never realised we had so many places to walk the dog so nearby, and it’s made me realise how lucky we are to live in such a decent little area. We’ve done the same walk every day, so we’ve started noticing the tiniest details in the changes to the trees and plants in the area. We also nearly got taken out by a gang of low flying ducks at the local duck pond yesterday. I honestly thought a small plane was coming in for attack and almost military rolled off the path.

Most of all, I’ve been hit with a massive sense of pride and appreciation for our house. I know I had doubts over winter about whether I wanted a house, or if I wanted to be travelling in our van permanently, but now I know that even if it’s not this specific house, I’ll always want my ‘base’. There’s nothing more satisfying than spending a day working on project to improve your space, and how nice it’s been (in reference to our front garden overhaul) having neighbours comment on a job well done, from a safe distance of course.

Also, as a side note, massive thanks to local fish quay film lab, Tanners Bank Darkroom, for developing my film and keeping me sane. If I couldn’t document these weird months then I think I’d feel a bit lost.

Amy Spires
The Last Long Weekend

I’m currently sat in my living room on day 3 of self isolation (symptoms - mild but definitely not pleasant, I’ll survive) listening to Steven repaint the bathroom (he’s only on day 1, it’s gonna get weird), wondering how we’ll survive being cooped up indoors for so long. I can usually go about a week before I need to get outside and recharge. Luckily we had a long weekend last week that we spent dotting from Northumberland to the Lakes and back. I can remember us having a conversation on our last night there, parked up at an amazing campsite near Ullswater, right on the edge of a stream, about how smooth the trip had gone and how relaxed we felt. I can only assume that a higher power of road trip joy wanted to prepare me for the times that lay ahead.

We left straight after work on the Friday night and decided to stop off for night one at Cawfields Quarry in Northumberland. You can park overnight right next to the water. We got there, walked the dog, got assaulted by sudden heavy rain and had dinner and beers in the van. I feel like I’ve become so climatised to rain by the past few months of absolutely shite weather that it doesn’t even faze me anymore. My hair is already frizzy, the dog will always be muddy, may as well enjoy yourself.

The next day we pottered around the lake district, stopping off at various pretty spots for walks and coffee breaks. I love these days. Not having a plan and seeing where we end up is my favourite way to road trip. We had booked a night at Moss Side farm, as we know we can just relax there and have a campfire. They have the nicest little dogs that just wander the farm and beg for food and attention. Although one of them seems to have developed this weird habit of nipping you on the leg constantly. It followed me around biting my calf and knees. I tried some Victoria Stilwell techniques (I’ve been watching ‘It’s Me or the Dog’ on youtube) but I gave up and panicked and just belted away from him. The smallest of the lot is a little black female, and we’ve betrothed her to Pim. She’s adorable. She spent half the night on my knee sitting in front of the fire.

The next night we winged it, and just explored and then found a campsite wherever we ended up. It turned out to be one of the nicest places we’ve ever stopped. A lovely big open site right next to a river, in a secluded little village at the bottom of a lake. You pick your spot then pop up to the farmhouse and pay the lady who lives there. We couldn’t hear ourselves think over the river, but I have tinnitus and there’s nothing better than a strong water noise to block it out. Literally would pay good money to have a river noise following me about. We explored by foot, then came back to the van and watched three episodes of Better Call Saul and didn’t even feel guilty about it.

The ideal long weekend.

Let’s hope I can carry that sense of calm with me for the foreseeable future.

Amy Spires