It is Saturday and I am looking out of my window at Highbury Fields. It is lit by a watery, wintry sun and there are dozens of well-wrapped up ‘masked’ people of all ages.
They walk alone or with their ‘bubble’ or the dog, or push a pram. They run, cycle, play football with children or work out with their trainer. Some send the muzzled sound of their boxing gloves across the fields.
The scene reminds me of a Lowry painting – figures moving this way and that across the landscape, going about their own business but also united in time and place.
I have never been more pleased that I chose this flat 12 years ago. It was the window looking over Highbury Fields that decided me and I am never disappointed. The scene is constantly changing
The trees are bare today and I can see the shape of the boughs. Later with the setting sun the branches take on a beautiful fairy-tale glow.
But what a difference a day makes! On Sunday it is snowing. The Fields are a playground for families snowballing and building snowmen. It is great to see the joy and to know that, despite the virus, soon the budding new season’s green leaves will reveal themselves and the golden daffodils will brighten up everything.
A smiling face appears at the window. I am not only John’s Mum, but his ‘bubble’. He has cycled over from south London.
Maurice arrives with my biscuits from his shopping trip. I am so lucky – it is not just the scene through my window that keeps me happy, it is my family and my friends and neighbours here at Highbury View.