After about two weeks of this (Covid-19 lockdown), I had given up on the news. The same story was being forced down my throat. It was too much, the same monotonous thump of the coronavirus beat marching its way deeper and deeper into my thoughts. Buzzwords of catastrophe and tragedy had even sent my steadfast father into a state of panic.
So, I gave up. It was no easy task, papers and media took up much more of my life than I had originally appreciated. I took the philosophical view that what I don’t know can’t bother me. Ignorance is bliss. And the ignorance was bliss until I felt the clawing necessity to be informed. Removing myself from news was no easy task, the lack of information frustrated me, and I felt out of touch. It went deeper, I felt guilty that I was not appreciating the scale of what I was living through.
To solve my problem, I began looking for a replacement. I have always enjoyed the breadth and variety of national and global stories. I had scraped the bottom of the barrel trying to find news stories unaffected by coronavirus. However, much like every other part of our lives all of the news had been affected by the coronavirus.
It was then mentioned to me that the Keswick Reminder had gone online. I had browsed editions in the past, but my naïve perception had restricted my ability to appreciate local news and I had believed that it was less important or less interesting than national papers. However, in the Keswick Reminder I found a paper that had more reality, humanity, and proximity to me than anything I had read since coronavirus had started.
Whether it was Ben Bardsley’s Arctic adventure or the return of the Osprey eggs it was a paper that has interesting and relatable stories. The Reminder also demonstrated to me the strength of a community like Keswick.
So, I would like to say thank you for giving me something to read and making this lockdown a little more enjoyable.