The Good Life
Searching for the good within the darkness

There have not been many positives to this year, but I have desperately tried to find some hope amongst the darkness. I have desperately wanted a polytunnel for many years but have always found excuses: they are too expensive; I wouldn't have time to look after it; they would be too difficult to assemble. However, in March, when we went into lockdown I decided to investigate polytunnels. To my surprise, I discovered that they are not too expensive and quite easy to assemble.
So I bought myself a polytunnel. I am also trying to follow a plant-based diet and so am always worrying about the quality of my food. I can't afford to buy organic produce. So, with the help of my husband, I had my first polytunnel. It gave me a small haven from the stresses of being in lockdown. I added a row of bunting to make it look more homely. I planned quiet evenings sat in my polytunnel, drinking wine and reading. However, once I started to grow vegetables, it all went kind of crazy and there was no room for me. I have a north-facing garden so really nothing should grow in it, but, if I don't keep on top of it, it soon becomes a jungle.
I can't begin to tell you how much joy I have achieved from growing some vegetables. I loved going outside to snip a few lettuce leaves as and when I needed them. We did have bug gate when my 17 year-old son discovered to his horror a bug crawling over his lettuce. (Yes, I did wash the leaves before serving them but, this tiny creature had stayed in-situ.) It reminded me of how disconnected we are from where our food actually comes from). I am so guilty of buying food wrapped in tonnes of plastic.
It pains me to admit it, but I am a plastic addict. No matter how hard I try to avoid plastic I still end up with far too much. It breaks my heart to think of how I am polluting our beautiful world. Attempting to do the right thing is not easy when you are on a budget.
This year has been one hell of a steep learning curve but one thing I have learnt is the joy of gardening. I apologise to anyone reading this who lives in a flat or who does not own a garden. Lockdown made me appreciate my garden more than ever. But, if you do live in a flat, buy some fresh herbs. It is amazing how much you can grow in a pot. Lancaster University grows food stuff in communal spaces and students are encouraged to harvest it. Why don't we do this elsewhere? Wouldn't it be great if people could pick their own food for free. The ultimate food bank. As a child I loved foraging for blackberries especially living to the rule of only taking what you need.
So, basically whilst in lockdown, I didn't learn to play an instrument nor did I learn a foreign language, but I re-discovered my love of gardening. Every time I plant a seed and it grows I am amazed. It's a better buzz than anything else I can think of. Yes, it was hard work and frustrating at time, but it was worth it. It is also a fantastic form of exercise. I was not only burning off the calories of too many lockdown treats, but I actually produced something – a whopping great marrow. One day, it was a small courgette and the next it was a massive monster marrow.
Sometimes when working as a trauma therapist it can be easy to focus on all what's wrong with the world and mankind. So it is nice for me to dig deep and remember that the world is good too. It's not all bad and this will help to sustain me in my work.




