Food for thought from the always wonderful Sue Vincent…
A few months ago, with what now appears to be an uncanny and uncomfortable prescience, we began a workshop in the Derbyshire village of Eyam. The village is one of those pretty places of old stone and cottage gardens… but it is best known for its response to the outbreak of bubonic plague in 1665.
The plague arrived in the village from London in a bale of flea-infested cloth and swiftly infected the tailor who had ordered it and his assistant, killing them both. This was at the time of the Great Plague of London… the last time bubonic plague reached epidemic proportions in England and during what is now known as the Second Pandemic. The pandemic had begun in China in 1331, with devastating global effects in the days before modern medicine, killing hundreds of millions over the centuries of its periodic resurgences. The Great Plague of London killed…
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Helen Glynn Jones 
Thank you for reblogging, Helen… and for writing so clearly how it felt.
It was a very strange place…
Hope you’re keeping well xx
All well here, Helen…and I hope you are now quite recovered. x
I’m glad to hear you’re all well! I’m recovered too – feel more like myself than I have since December *touches wood*. May we all stay well, too! xx
Amen to that, Helen 🙂 x
Your posts in the Eyam visit we’re wonderful. And yes, strangely prescient with hindsight
Thanks, Lynn 🙂 It was strange that we chose to go there and have that experience when we did, that’s for sure…