LOCKDOWN CASTELLDEFELS - Day 102 - Thursday 25th June

The highlight of today was at the end of it, when I tuned in to YouTube to watch the NT Live production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream an experience I urge you emulate by going to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Punzss5sHto

and enjoying a free production.  Though the hope is that you will have enjoyed the production enough to contribute at the end of it.  These productions are only possible because everyone involved has waived their fees and allowed the performance to be freely available for a week.

     Every Thursday that these productions have been available I have joined a virtual audience and enjoyed some superb performances.  Yes, watching on a screen is not the same as being in the theatre, but it is a privilege to be able to see productions that I missed when they were first produced and only experienced through reviews!

     One of the USPs of this production is the playing of Oberon and Titania where Oberon has his eyes anointed with the magic flower and he falls in love with Bottom’s ass (so to speak) rather than Titania.

     Puck is an amazing actor and dominates the stage when he has the opportunity, and he has many opportunities!

     This is a performance ‘in the round’ and it must have been an immersive experience if you were a member of the audience near the stage.

     An excellent, thought provoking, energetic, funny, delight of a performance.

Another beautiful day of sunny weather and heat.  Toni is back from visiting his parents and so to celebrate we went out to one of our favourite restaurants and, as it was Thursday, we had paella.

     We watch people in town and worry about a general laxity about the wearing of masks.  In this country it is an offence not to wear a mask in situations where physical distancing is not possible, and it is mandatory on public transport and in shops.

     There have been localized hot spots on infection and, although we seem set on a trajectory of determined progress to the New Normal, we are constantly worried by the ever growing numbers of infections and deaths throughout the world.

     Spain is set to welcome foreign visitors, and it seems prepared to accept visitors from places like the UK where the virus is nothing like under control.  Ironically, if tourists from the UK come to Spain they will find that they have freer movement in Spain than they do in the UK!

     I do understand that people are desperate to salvage something from the summer as far as tourism is concerned, but I do wonder at the cost that the economic activity will demand.

     All we can do is behave according to the rules and hope for the best.

LOCKDOWN CASTELLDEFELS - Day 95 - Thursday 18th June

My day was defined by the late nature of my swim.  It seems really petty, but when you are used to a routine, any deviation from it is irritating – especially when your general living is determined by the dictates of a pandemic.

     We are now in Phase 3 of the measures that we are supposed to be taking.  No one really knows what they are exactly, but we feel that we are getting closer to the New Normal, which in turn means that we are freer to do what we used to do, but we are also more worried by the fact that the progression towards this New Normal is being driven by economics and not by an reasoned, scientific rationale.

     There are still deaths and new people being infected.  We have not real idea of the true extent of the virus in the population and we do not have adequate test and trace measures, but, what the hell, the sun is shining (generally) and people need a little vitamin D to bolster their immunity levels so, so, so.

     In the UK the latest U-turn of a government prone to reversals (in all senses of the word) concerns the mobile app that that man Johnson told us would be “world beating” or some equally meaningless burble that is about all he can manage these days.  The app has now been rejected as if it had never existed.  The app that was an essential part of the uniquely English way of dealing with the virus is no longer apt.  It is a dead app.  It has never been.  And of course, people continue to die!

We went out to our favourite restaurant this evening to have the tapas that they do so well.  We were able to eat inside, indeed we were able to eat at ‘our’ table, but the feeling was not quite as it was.  A selection of tables around us were bedecked with striped tape to ensure that the tables ‘un-taped’ were the regulation distance apart.  It made the interior of the restaurant look more like a crime scene than an elegant place to eat.  But the food was well up to standard and if you didn’t look too closely you were able to kid yourself that this was just another evening meal in a decent restaurant.

     We even went to a fairly newly established ice cream shop where we always have a good conversation with the owner.  He is now trying to make a going concern of a place that is trying to make economic sense from an Easter and Summer season compressed into two short months.  The ice cream was excellent, and I enjoyed it while I could!

The NT Live production this evening was Small Island adapted by Helen Edmundson from the novel by Andrea Levy.  The direction by Rufus Norris using the set by Katrina Lindsay was elegantly seductive.  The movement around the set and the unpretentious coups de theatre were a joy.  The use of film, music and actors was a delight to watch.  There was a tautness about the dynamics on stage which constantly delighted.

     From time to time I found myself wondering about the basic narrative and there was an element of the over-contrived in the way that disparate elements were linked.  It was stagey in a completely satisfying way, but I sometimes found the very slickness of the narrative a tad condescending.

     The acting was excellent and there was a real sense of ensemble in the performance.

     Although the play deals with harsh reality and some sickening prejudice, it is at heart a feel-good production and, although ‘loved’ is the final word of the play, there is also a sense in which the ‘solution’ to the various strands of the story line of the play are not so easily explained or coped with by a single positive emotion. 

     But, perhaps that is the point that the play is making: the play is historical and the attitudes it portrays are not those of 2020.  Yes, racism is still a glaring element in our daily news with the resonance of “I can’t breathe” reverberating around the world.

     The Black Lives Matter movement is not looking for the ‘salvation’ of a single person, it is arguing that systemic prejudice must be tackled by systemic change: causes need our attention, not merely ameliorating the problems on the end results.

     An engaging play which certainly worked with the live audience and gave some pause for thought for the viewers too.

     I urge you to watch it for free while you have the chance!

Tomorrow another odd start for my swim, I must remember to check when I have to get up before (that is the key) I let my head touch my pillow!

LOCKDOWN CASTELLDEFELS - DAY 53 – Thursday, 7th May

My bike ride today was truncated by the police.  Not violently, you understand, but rather by an obstinately parked police car and a flick of a police finger.  The way to Port Ginesta at the far end of Castelldefels was blocked off and I had to return the way that I had come.  To compensate for the distance lost, I decided to add the ‘evening cycle’ of going to Gavá before I came home, but that too was blocked off.  Those in Castelldefels had to stay in Castelldefels.  The Port Ginesta end of Castelldefels is technically in Sitges and Gavá isn’t Castelldefels, in spite of the fact that both places flow naturally into the city.

     In the evening, both places appeared to be open again, so the blocking off in the morning was difficult to understand.  But that goes for so much of the civic life of this place!

     I must admit that the inability to go to either Port Ginesta or Gavá did actually make me feel a little trapped.  The feeling was more mental than practical as the freedom of the Paseo is more than enough for reasonable exercise, yet the simple prohibition made the reasonable feel a little cramped.

As Toni was going for a walk in the evening I ‘joined’ him after the eight o’clock clap, even though he was walking and I was on my bike.  I therefore postponed my watching of the NT Live production of Antony and Cleopatra, but I look forward to seeing that tomorrow evening, when I will need something to recover from our on-line Catalan lesson.

     The practical problems related to this class are legion.  There is the wonkiness of the system that we are using to create the class in the first place, which is added to the stubborn resistance of my computer to let me use the microphone, which, for a language lesson is a bit of a bummer.  Then there is the work that we are supposed to be doing.  The tasks are supposed to be on line and when completed on line they will be marked on line.  That isn’t working.  The one task that I found and did do I had to do off line because the document that I was supposed to use to write out my responses would not allow me to edit it.  I wrote out my work and emailed it to the teacher – and that is the last that I have heard of it!

     I am sure that these are all teething problems, but given the immanence of the end of term, we are not going to have many more attempts at getting it right.  My offering is to change the computer and the network to try and get a more practical link in the on line lesson.  I live, as ever, in hope.

Today has been one of those inexplicably tiring days.  Although my bike ride has a respectable distance to it, the bike is electric and I do welcome some level of assistance when I am peddling.  It is still exercise, but I realize just how much ‘assistance’ I am getting when, from time to time, I set the level to zero and therefore use the bike as an ordinary form of un-augmented transport: not a pleasant experience, and one that would not get me out of bed before eight in the morning if that was the norm!

     So, I cannot really blame my bike for my tiredness, nor my shortish walk around the pool – so I will blame the weight of worry about the way that life is being organized at the moment for taking away my natural vitality.

   The latest ‘worry’ is that the Spanish government has decided that the present hours that the Plague Kids are allowed to mix with human beings is inappropriate as the little virus ridden carriers are out in the midday sun and it is obviously far too hot for the little dears.  I would have thought that the heat would at least limit their viral load, but no, the hours will be readjusted and we will have to concede time to them.

     As I now regard every child below the age of 25 (sic) as a potential personal death threat, my suggestion is that we find some island somewhere and put them all on that until the crisis is over but, as usual, such reasoned ways forward are rejected by people who never see the wider picture.

     And talking of the crisis being over, there is a disturbing number of people whose public behaviour seems to indicate that as far as they are concerned, the crisis is a thing of the past.  True, there are people who ostentatiously keep the requisite distance apart, but they are in the minority in my observation, and the young cling to their immortality without responsibility and have rejected all PPE and physical distancing suggestions and are embracing the approaching summer with all the ebullience of the old normality.

     Hey ho!  So it goes!