Summer Cocooned on Cudmore Grove

I remember that feeling when summer started and I was so sure it would be transformative. I was always certain I was going in to something that would change me. I always lived in the middle of nowhere and so it really was a form of disappearance. I remember being so comforted in that cut off, like a sunny cocoon that I could bed down in to for 6 weeks to for rest, restoration and growth. Since children, school summer holidays and more recently when wedding season became a thing to consume me and was all that was layered on top of each other summer hasn’t been a thing to offer any respite… CUE COVID! Now this is not to suggest for a single second that I wish I couldn’t find a magic dust to sprinkle over all the hurt and pain that COVID has caused but failing that this summer has been peppered with another kind of magic. The magic of freedom from the norm, a little more time… I mean the time was filled with “mummy mummy mummy mummy mummy…” but still the shake up feels like it’s caused a bit of a sun-kissed, sandy-toed shift through the chaos.

“Summer was here again. Summer, summer, summer. I loved and hated summers. Summers had a logic all their own and they always brought something out in me. Summer was supposed to be about freedom and youth and no school and possibilities and adventure and exploration. Summer was a book of hope. That’s why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.” Benjamin Alire Sáenz

And here’s one of the families who’s ridden the summer 2020 family fun corona-coaster with me… The Chambers’ on East Mersea…



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