So here we are again, we’re two weeks in, this time confinement is certainly a different experience than the last.
Firstly I’m comfortably settled in my new flat, with its fabulous views of the gardens of the neighbouring Chateau, complete with its own resident owl.
Within my flat I bathe in glorious sunshine from daybreak to late afternoon. I’m certainly in a better place both physically and mentally speaking.
I still yearn to be outdoors and satiate those desires as often and for as long as I can, which is most days.
I do miss my long bike rides and hikes but the days aren’t as long so I’ve adapted my behaviour somewhat to include setting my hand to the vast array of crafts and hobbies at my disposal.
If and only if these experts in control of our bodies and for some, their minds, should they decide to extend it further to Christmas and New Years, I’ll certainly have to find the ways and/or means to escape. My need to be free is strong, I’m not real good at being a caged animal.