I nearly stood on a peacock butterfly as I left a patient’s house this week. It was sunning itself on the front doorstep. The absence of car fumes and aeroplane pollution has made the night sky crystal clear, even in the city. Along with the allotment, this little ford has been keeping our family sane during lockdown. It’s a gentle, quiet spot where we can paddle and skim stones as part of our exercise quota. The hedgerows are full of stitchwort and wild garlic. There are good things to be found in the midst of these difficult times.
