From a wildlife enthusiast’s point of view, the 2020 lockdown – especially in the early days when it really meant lockdown – was enlightening.
Although I missed seeing my parents and children (one on an Antarctic adventure) and planned trips never happened, lockdown meant a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to experience birdsong without the rush and whirr of passing traffic. Even in rural East Cornwall, traffic has become pervasive. The diesel-fume-laden air gets through our old window frames and the noise competes with more natural sounds.
For a glorious (for wildlife) few weeks, this was to change. Birdsong was everywhere, and particularly noticeable along the roadsides. I work from home and as a bonus, my husband’s work went totally online and he stopped having to travel around the country. Our summerhouse was his office during the hot weather; one day, he lengthened a post-exam Q&A session to avoid disturbing a fledgling blue tit on its doorstep.