April 22 2020 Siobhan McCarthy Transition Year

I’ve found myself spending most of the lockdown in my back garden. I think I just keep gravitating towards the outside. It provides distractions from progressing in work that actually needs to be done, and while I probably should be doing other things, I feel as though my days spent out in the sun (the lucky few days we’ve had) have been really beneficial.

While basking outdoors, I spend a lot of my time reading. I began the quarantine reading the classic novel ‘Rebecca’, but one day I came across the supermodel Kaia Gerbers’s Instagram, where she was doing an online book club. I was lucky enough to have encountered it the very first week, and coincidentally I had the book that was being read at home. I quickly dumped ‘Rebecca’, which I had been finding hard to get into, and began participating in the club. While I enjoyed the first book, ‘Normal People’ by Sally Rooney, it was the second book we read that really stuck with me

It was a French novel called ‘Bonjour Tristesse’, written by Francoise Sagan. She wrote it in the 1950s in France, when she was 18 years old. This really compelled me to read the book as she was relatively close in age to me, so I felt I would really be able to relate to the book as the main character, Cecile, was also around this age. I was not disappointed at all, and I found the book really relative to the way people of this age group feel even today, despite the time period in which this book was written.

You can find an article about Francoise’s life that I thought was really interesting at

I would also recommend the movie adaptation, the visuals of the seaside life in France are gorgeous, and the acting is really good.

The other day, while I was lying out on one of the sun beds, I saw a little baby bird in the grass, far away from any trees where there might be nests. I decided to leave it for a bit, in case its parents came along, but after an about hour, nothing seemed to appear, so I picked it up. It went into my hands without any struggle, and it never really tried to get away, so I came to the conclusion that its legs weren’t really fully developed. I decided I would look after it until it was strong enough to hop around the garden and get his own food. I took it inside, made a nest for him, and fed him worms. He woke me up at 6 the next morning, and was hopping around pretty confidently. I decided it was time to let him go, and so I released him into my back garden.

I realise that while I hadn’t achieved some of my original goals during this time in isolation, I did partake in pastimes I wouldn’t usually encounter during my typical routine. I feel I shouldn’t regret and worry over all the time I’m spending not doing certain things, but enjoy the experiences from the activities I engage in and relish this time.

Bye for now.