Notes from the country with Vicky Turrell

  What was I doing at eight o’clock in the morning driving along our country lane? I am shielding so this is unheard of. The sun was just rising on my right, with the rosy glow, as I turned off left to the west. I was going for my COVID jab, at last. I had my NHS vaccination letter a few days ago. You can go on the coronavirus website, once you get this letter, and look at places near you which are offering the jab. The places were a long way off. Should I book one? I have always boasted that I would go anywhere, even in the middle of the night, if necessary. I had to have a think. But before I could deliberate too much my GP surgery rang. There was a vacancy for a vaccination the next day, early morning, at our local hospital. Would I go. Yes, I would! I rolled into the car park and went straight in to register and then was vaccinated. And then I wept. It was not that it hurt or that I was scared, it was the thought of all the people involved from the laboratory to the docto...