Looking for lost civilisations

This morning I went for a walk on the country roads near my home . I’ve always loved being outside in nature, noticing the fauna and flora that is all around us.

When I was a child we would often go for walks on the Suffolk beaches, on the heathlands and in the woods, often with a picnic. Later when I became a mum I passed my passion for being outside on to my children. We went on a lot of walks but they were never ‘just’ walks. We’d hop, march, run and skip. We’d often sing and they learnt all the songs I’d learnt in the Brownie Guides … ‘Alice the camel’, ‘Bringing home my baby bumble bee’, ‘Fish and chips and vinegar’ We’d play ‘ I spy’, we’d go on bear hunts and we’d go on treasure hunts. Sometimes we were looking for real treasure (birds, feathers, flowers, colours, etc). Sometimes we were looking for imagined treasure (chests full of silver and gold). Sometimes we’d go in search of lost civilisations. One time we came across an imaginary Mayan temple right here in the Suffolk countryside.

On my walk this morning I noticed a lot of treasure all around. Birds, buds, wild flowers. Who doesn’t love spring time with its promise of new life? But this year it’s different isn’t it? We are living at a time when a lot of what we usually take for granted is threatened and life as we know it has been cancelled and curtailed at all levels, personal, national and global.

I’ve been thinking about those walks with my children. I’ve been thinking about our searches for lost civilisations. I’ve been wondering what the long term impact of coronavirus COVID-19 will be on our civilisation, on us. I’ve been wondering how we will be remembered. Will we be remembered for self sacrifice like the villagers of Eyam who in 1666 quarantined their village to stop the spread of the plague. Will we too be remembered for our shared sense of humanity? For our love?

The choice is ours.

This is some of the treasure I came across this morning