Yesterday we felt bloody trapped. So trapped that Jamie was looking for flights to Australia every other hour. I was stressing as I don't want to risk a flight home, and don't want to spent two weeks in forced hotel quarantine. Today was better - we went a-walking, and there isn't much you can't walk away from, including your troubles.

Don't worry, we weren't breaking any rules, unless looking after your mental health is a rule now. We weren't further than about ten miles from home, kept our distance, and did our daily exercise. It felt normal, and cheerful. We met many doing the same, who smiled at us when we smiled at them. You gotta do it first, just in case they're feeling cautious. If you don't smile at them, you think the world's full of grumpy suspicious assholes, and that's not quite true.

Willow's a rescue dog, a pure bred collie with lanky legs and neurosises as long as his legs. But he's getting much better with our company and he's even got so good that he is allowed to come on walks with us. This walk is about a twenty minute drive away and it winds along a river. It's so bloody green out there it hurts the eyes.

Every where around here are ruins - ironworks, stone lime kilns, bridges. There's medieval mounds and more recent additions to the landscape - history upon history layered.

Along this way were a heap of amazing houses to get jealous over. People clearly have some money around here - really magical places to live. They are beautifully maintained. One even had a pool, which is rare around here. I could socially distance in a house like this with absolute pleasure.

We'll definitely be back to enjoy this walk. For those that might know Somerset, it's on the East Mendip way, near Frome. Life certainly looked up today as we explored, knowing there's any number of walks we can explore within spitting distance around here, which will at least give us the feeling we've travelled somewhere, even though it's in one small area of one shire on this small island.