Looking North from Blyth Hill towards Canary wharf, my city in lockdown – so sad and weird.

Oh the sound of silence and breath of clean air. An occasional plane, but hell is invisibly about.

In the garden, a patient cat.

I’m so pleased we have a garden – blue and great tits, robin, wren, woodies, sparrows, starling, crows, magpies decimating hanging baskets for nests, green parakeets, a bullfinch, even a heron!!

Bees, various b’flies: comma, peacock, t’shell, white ones and blue ones.

Seagulls, so I can close my eyes and be somewhere else.

Written by a fellow Armchair Naturalist