New Year’s Day, a swim and yoga

New Year’s Day, a swim and yoga

We may be in Level Four and to all intents and purposes locked-down, but this day has started perfectly. No wind, the tide exactly right, only decorative clouds, and the sun fully lighting our world just after nine.

Normally we would be starting a day of kissing, hugging and shaking hands, eventually touching, to a greater or lesser degree, the whole population of the island, excluding children. In and out of each others’ houses we’d go, full of bonhomie and clutching a bag of drinks to spread the good cheer, (and the germs). It has always been a germ fest and a scary thing to me, so some relief that this year all that intimacy is cancelled.

But not my New Years’ Day swim

And amazingly it was warm enough for decking yoga. I don’t go for perfection. I get on my mat to stretch and balance and of course breathe deeply and calmly. This is quite a fun sequence.

A very happy New Year to all. Stay distant, that way we may all be safe.

Images courtesy of my patient partner.


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