View from the Plague Garden

We have arrived and it all feels rather strange and overwhelming. We are in quarantine.

Time drags. Will we ever be set free or will we die here, faces pressed against the glass.


Even if you are returning home it’s not the same when you can’t hug anyone.


You are allowed to go outside for exercise and walking the dog.



A brief respite. We have our own private plague garden. A small patio fenced off from the rest of the world. There are only so many times you can weed a few plant pots, but the sun on your face helps a lot.

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