Monday 8 May 2023: About the bank holiday weekend
My wife and I being retired from paid employment and full-time carers for our quadriplegic and now mostly-paralysed daughter (who is also profoundly deaf and almost completely unable to speak) who is clinically extremely vulnerable to the coronavirus (which everyone else seems to think has disappeared), bank holidays rarely present delightful opportunities, merely disruptions to the schedule that is our daily life. The weather being dry but troubled by sea-fret, we grasped the occasion to visit Samphire Hoe. Although we found the car park was full (not good), apart from a solitary Blue Badge space (which is all we required), almost all the visitors were crowded around the refreshments booth, mostly in an enormous queue. Consequently, we were able to walk briskly along the sea wall promenade without there being anyone around, which is what we require to stay isolated and safe. There was absolutely nothing to see (no sea-birds, and not even Shakespeare Cliffs) because of the sea-fret, and there being no wind, there were no waves on the sea. (I assume that it will have been a productive day for people smugglers putting migrants, refugees and asylum seekers into small boats to cross the Channel.) The sea-fret also muffled all sound. There was absolutely nothing to photograph. My daughter indicated that she considered the experience to be "spooky". On the way home, the car nearly ran out of petrol because the fuel tank is tiny due to the wheelchair access conversion. Getting out of and back into the car in the short space of time it took to refill the fuel tank made me feel extremely travel queasy, which knocked out the rest of my afternoon. I cooked stir-fried vegetables with noodles for our evening meal.
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