A certain lassitude has hit this blog for the last month. Our return to London meant ten days at home, serving the required quarantine time. It seemed like a good opportunity to catch up on some reading, but in the event, for the Idle Skier at least, time hung heavily. It seemed as if Dali’s melting clocks were brought to life.
We have been free for three weeks now though and as the country opens up slowly, a few of the normal things in life seem possible. For the last few days the Idle Skiers have been in the north west. Unusually for Lancashire in April, the sun shone for a while, though the clouds rolled in eventually.
A bank holiday weekend approaches and the newspapers predict gridlock on the roads, which would be a real sign of business as usual.
Idle thoughts from a mountain 