On March 17th 2021 it will be a year since I hugged my mother. We managed a few visits from July 2020, outside under a perfect blue sky, ruffled by a sometimes chilly Cornish breeze, and with 2 meters between us, so that I could safely remove my mask to help her hear / see me. As Autumn whistled in, we were able to meet in the summerhouse, the sheet of perspex between us much more manageable than a closed window. Then Lockdown 2 came, and any visits were completely on hold on