Roger and I had our first real outing since we started lockdown four months ago. We met up with some of our family in the village of Eyam in Derbyshire (UK) and had a 4.5 mile round walk (about 7km) through Eyam and Stoney Middleton. We never saw the sun and got quite damp with heavy drizzle at times.
It was particularly poignant, at this time of coronavirus, to walk through the village of Eyam and read signs up on many of the houses telling us the names and dates of whole families who died of the bubonic plague in 1665 and 1666.
The plague, carried by fleas, came to the village in a bale of cotton from London where the plague was rife. Many died in the initial spike, followed by many more a few months later – two waves of infection just like what so many countries are experiencing now with coronavirus. Led by the Vicar and his predecessor, the village agreed to isolate themselves completely to stop the plague spreading to nearby villages and thence further afield. A third of the population died – but no one else caught the plague due to the sacrifices made by the villagers of Eyam. What a challenge and example they set us all in our current pandemic, when so many people are refusing to take sensible precautions. Here are two links (first and second) if you would like to read more about this amazing story from 350 years ago.
On the walk, our two “extra grandchildren” picked some wild ox-eye daisies and gave them to me. I didn’t take photos of them today, but decided I would share photos I have taken on previous occasions of the same kind of daisy – with an added treat!