Winter scenes

Today James and I walked via Gilbertfield and Flemington to Dechmont Hill, approaching the summit from the lane behind Dechmont Farm. It was still snowy and it was very cold at the top of the hill because there was a chill wind. So we descended to less exposed spot at the top of the golf course before partaking of our cups of tea. As we continued down the golf course we saw a lot of families out sledging. These were wholesome and heartwarming winter scenes but I reckon that there were about thirty-five to forty people standing around or sledging in fairly close proximity and I wondered how safe or indeed legal it was in light of the current covid restrictions. The thing is that these families probably all decided separately that going sledging would be a lovely idea, and when they arrived on the golf course they found that there were other people already there. And since they were outdoors it probably wasn’t doing any of them any harm? I’m just not sure. The other thing that occurred to me is that James and I never ever took the boys sledging on the golf course when they were younger - we would have been too scared that an angry official would have appeared to shout at us. I wonder if golf course committees are having to be more tolerant of visitors because of the pandemic? There were certainly no angry men in evidence. 

Back at home, I had a delightful bath, lit by tea lights and a lemon scented Carthusia candle from Sorrento. This evening Cat, Ally, James and I started watching “The Serpent”, a true crime drama about a serial killer in the Far East in the 1970s, who targeted backpackers. I don’t recall these events at all, even though I was about twelve or thirteen at the time. It was high quality stuff, and reminiscent of The Killing of Gianni Versace” that I watched with Davie, as it moved back and forwards in time and looked at events from different perspectives. It was a great wee evening.