I am now entering my third week working part time delivering fruit and vegetables to people’s houses across London. Many things catch my eye in this extraordinary period we are all experiencing.
Amongst the fewer cars and very little
congestion, it is the delivery vehicles, emergency services and the largely empty red Double Decker
buses that appear mostly to occupy our roads. Most drivers
including the bus drivers are patiently allowing each other through and each
time we wave a hand to say ‘thank you.' A higher number of cyclists and joggers too are making use of our emptier roads and streets. It is the all too familiar black cabs that are noticeably not present.
I drive on into Wandsworth. The
children are happily enjoying their brief interlude of being outside in the
streets, playing with a kite, hopscotch or with some ball upon the careful watchful eye
of their mothers and being told to keep their distance. Mothers are talking to one
another across the streets without the noise of cars (except my own purring electric one) or a plane above which under
normal circumstances, would make their conversations entirely inaudible. Amusingly I notice the fathers taking it upon
themselves to do their duty and pushing their sleeping babies in their prams whilst
going for a nice stroll.
I drive through Clapham on toward Greenwich, South East London and enter a street upon a hilltop of identical looking Victorian houses. People are doing DIY on their homes. I observe a man standing on his ladder outside his semi detached house. This particular gentleman clearly wanted to be different; he took it upon himself to paint his house bright red. Here, like in South West London, there are many spring blossom trees covering almost the entire residential streets with fantastic array of white, blue pink and yellow colours. It seems urban nature is displaying its magnificence and no doubt taking this moment to breathe their new lease of life.
I drive through Clapham on toward Greenwich, South East London and enter a street upon a hilltop of identical looking Victorian houses. People are doing DIY on their homes. I observe a man standing on his ladder outside his semi detached house. This particular gentleman clearly wanted to be different; he took it upon himself to paint his house bright red. Here, like in South West London, there are many spring blossom trees covering almost the entire residential streets with fantastic array of white, blue pink and yellow colours. It seems urban nature is displaying its magnificence and no doubt taking this moment to breathe their new lease of life.
I head Northwards to Stoke
Newington, Tottenham Vale and the North East. I could not help noticing something
outside my normal world; a Jewish community in their traditional clothes walking
the streets, entire families keeping close to one another at the same time keeping
themselves apart from other families, with their children beautifully dressed
in bright tasteful colours and similar patterns of clothing. They seem happy with little concern on what might be going on in the outside world. It then occurred
to me they were celebrating their Passover. In Highbury many young men and women
in modern semi high rise buildings sitting on their balconies either reading their books or tapping on their laptops, generally relaxing and soaking in the glorious sunshine.
It is the cleanliness of London
that also caught my attention, very little litter in the parks, on our
pavements and on the side of our roads. With almost entire high streets shops
closed, pubs have transformed themselves into bakeries. There are the large queues
outside the supermarkets in some places as long as the eye can see. The long
queues too outside the small garden centres, the pharmacies, the local butchers and particularly
large are the ones outside the occasional wine merchants. It is the social
distancing that makes them appear long and yet with a little patience I guess they
move quickly enough.
I witness too the suffering.
There is an increased level of sirens and ambulance drivers on our main roads.
They turn their sirens off once they enter a residential street so as not to
abruptly frighten this peaceful new way of life that we are slowly coming to
terms with. An elderly looking gentleman is taken out of his home in a wheelchair with a heavy mask around his face. He is carefully taken into the
ambulance and driven off to the closest hospital where no doubt our formidable nurses
and doctors will take care of him. And at times I deliver fruit and vegetables to those who are suffering from this
terrible illness. It takes a simple knock on the door to inform them that food
is outside. I feel they too are not forgotten.
A life exists in London but it is
a different one. A respectful, calmer, patient and more compassionate world
appears to shine through on what might be considered at times a darkened and more
brutal one. A kindness seems to have descended upon this great city. And nature
appears to be enjoying its brief interlude of its newly found freedom. Even when looking out from my own home in Twickenham, a plane normally descends every 45
seconds, today there are practically none. Frankly I don’t miss them. Instead, the birds
and lots of them are singing unusually frantically as if for the first time telling us they
are in charge. Above all, it is this time for one other that is so precious and discovering what is essential in our needs, something I felt we had lost in the days if not years before, as I endeavour to drive on in
this eye opening journey under this testing time of Easter….
Happy Easter to you all!!