OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Two brain cells. That should be enough to understand that meeting with friends anywhere, but especially on a crowded beach, during a pandemic, without masks, and hugging, kissing, shouting and talking in close proximity – i.e. illegally protesting against regulations that are mainly in place to prevent exactly such behaviour and to keep you out of an ICU bed, or a coffin – is not really wise.
I think that there is a responsible way to enjoy the beach and the ocean, even during a pandemic, but today’s protestors did nothing to prove it. If anything, they showed exactly why it might seem necessary to authorities to keep beaches off limits. There is no vaccine against careless irresponsibility.
Anyway … I wasn’t anywhere near a beach today, and it was a good day. I managed the balance between labour and leisure and can go to bed at peace with what has been achieved. If only the team I had been cheering for had won in the EPL, but hey, as I keep saying, one can’t have everything. And some things are not worth having, especially during a pandemic …
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”