A Post Covid Walk in St Pancras and Islington Cemetery

Dear Readers, it felt very strange walking in the cemetery yesterday; although I am now past the worst of my covid infection I am still a little slow and breathless, and everything feels most peculiar. I first realised that brain fog was ‘a thing’ after my Dad died and I realised that I could no longer calculate percentages without having to think about it first. Fortunately my mental faculties gradually came back, but at the moment I’m still a bit hazy about many things. Still, it was good to get a bit of fresh air on the most beautiful spring day. I especially love the way that the Scotsman is standing in a pool of lesser celandine. I’ve remarked before that it seemed not to be having a very good year, but clearly I was just too early. It was everywhere on my walk, turning its shiny yellow face to the sun, and hoping for an early bumblebee to pop along, I’m sure.

The petals of many flowers in the buttercup family are shiny – there is a special layer of reflective cells which intensifies the yellow colour and makes the flowers even more attractive to pollinators. As the flowers grow older, this layer may rub off, leaving the petals white, as in the one on the far left hand side of the photo. There are some rather lovely buttercup photos (though not lesser celandine) on this microscopy-uk webpage, well worth a look.

I was surprised to see how much of the cherry plum blossom was gone (after all I’ve only missed one week on my walks), but it has been very windy. On the other hand, the horse chestnut buds are pushing through already.

And although the bluebells look a  long way off, there’s one tiny patch of woodland where the Scilla have naturalised, and their blue is almost as intense. What a pretty and delicate flower this is, and it’s obviously happy even in deep shade.

And so it was with some relief that I got home and had a sit down, but it was great to see something outside my four walls for the first time in ten days. For anyone who is getting over covid, or indeed any infection, I’d say ‘be a little more gentle with yourself than you think you need to be’ – it’s good to give yourself time for your body to adjust to getting back to ‘normal’ rather than throwing yourself in with enthusiasm, especially as you’re getting older. When I was in my twenties and thirties I thought I was immortal and indestructible, but sadly now I know a bit better.

6 thoughts on “A Post Covid Walk in St Pancras and Islington Cemetery

  1. Liz Norbury

    I’m so glad to hear you’re feeling better, and that you had such a lovely spring day for your first post-Covid walk. Like you, I’m delighted to see lesser celandines suddenly springing up everywhere – I was disappointed when it looked as though we wouldn’t be seeing much of them this year, as these bright, starry flowers were a comfort to me on my walks in the woods after my mum’s death, a year ago today. It’s also lovely to see the leaves starting to unfurl on the five young horse chestnut trees which I always look out for in the woods. I hope you have many more sunny spring walks as you continue your recovery.

    1. Bug Woman Post author

      Thanks Liz, and hugs for your one year anniversary. Mother’s Day coming up is painful too, I know. I’m off to Dorset next week to spend some time at Mum and Dad’s grave – it’s two years on Thursday since he died. I feel as if I’m part of a community of people for whom loss has become a daily reality x

  2. Claire

    « Being gentle with yourself », this is very good advice when you recover from Covid… You will get your strength back, even if I find that I tire a little bit quicker( but , of course, I am 2 years older…
    Your pictures are just as beautiful as usual. Here, we have daisies everywhere, violets, red dead nettles, …and lesser celandine.


Leave a Reply