|A Long Game Played Ever Slower|
|Main Image – Sunrise on the River Stour today.|
|Music Score – Contemplate – Morning Light Music|
|Sandwich has become very quiet in recent months. It’s busy enough traffic-wise as in cars and buses, but it’s not that busy for visitors and tourists.|
On this morning’s walk, whilst strolling up the tree-lined avenue of the quay, l noticed a few cars parked for the 50’s Music Festival but not the turnout l thought there might have been. Mind you. These are just parked-up cars, not the event being held and showcased in St Mary’s Church.
I heard some music being played last night as l walked back from the reserve where l had been assisting with removing some vandalism damage to the water sluice.
Perhaps the church will be busier today and tomorrow, but the group’s turnout will be lower than expected, but then, it’s a new feature of the town, and maybe the turnouts will improve in coming years.
But overall, the footfall in Sandwich is way lower than in 2021, even though there is considerable vehicle traffic through the town. That, too, is lower than average.
The cost of living is going through the roof. Price hikes left, right, and centre is everyday occurrences now. Energy and fuel prices are also sky high, and many people are experiencing tweaks of concern about how they are likely to afford the coming months and more now since the announcement of a potential recession. Joys.
The twenties, for sure, are making themselves unforgettable!
Everything is changing and, in some ways, very quickly indeed. That’s hardly surprising. The twenties as a period are changing the way people look at the world and, more importantly, themselves. I have changed significantly since the arrival of the pandemic in 2020, which seems like a millennia ago, and yet the reality is just a little over two years now.
It seems longer. Time is short, and time is extended, reminding us of the phrase, a long game played slow! It looks longer and slower at the same time.
I am no longer the person l was before moving here. I was mostly lost and searching for my new identity when l first started living in Sandwich. I wonder at times if we genuinely ever find out who we are. I am not sure anymore. I don’t have the energy to keep performing the soul discovery angle. Now it’s just a case of knuckling down, cracking, and surviving.
Many of us now are in the same boat, making ends meet and cutting back on everything … whilst l am not ‘worried’ l am, it’s very troubling times in the world today. I laugh when l think back to the start of this year and thought the worst thing would be a nuclear war – mm, that’s the least of our concerns. The more pressing issue is making it through the next stage without becoming homeless or something like that.
I don’t think l care anymore about who l am so much. It’s more a case of what l am and what am l to do. Well, l need to launch my business and make a profit, and that’s it for the time being. That’s all that matters; l can worry about stage 2 of life when l am more content with the current stage.
I am not depressed, demotivated or uninspired; l am more aware of the importance of things in life and getting from a – b in one piece. I’ll do it; l always manage to land on my feet. I need to focus.
It was a quiet walk this morning; l am always thankful for my early morning walks and not being surrounded by people. It was also lovely temperature-wise, not too hot and not cold, just right. The pollen count was lower, so my eyes weren’t so painful or weeping. I could walk in the meadows and think and contemplate the day ahead of me.
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