Or so I hear. We are still diligently observing but others we learn from close, fam membs, are NOT.
I hear from one that she drove the 250 odd miles for a jolly weekend away in the Capital – no police cars, no questions – to find people in London are “carrying on as normal”- barbeques aplenty with groups of friends in back gardens. That and swarms of people in Broadway market in Hackney. She will trek back again to carrot crunching land tomorrow
Another reports that in his West country market town, “basically it is back to normal people moving around now as often as they like” except no shops/ pubs or eateries open.
Thing is not sure I have not become something of an agoraphobe. Thought of venturing to beach today. But then thought “nah! who wants bother of getting in car and driving, actually driving (a rare thing these days) then struggling to find parking and possibly finding a rude, anti-flouting note on our car on our return? What a fag. Lets just stay home shall we…..forever”.
I like being at home in lockdown because there is the river, an empty diary, a lack of having to keep time and the incalculable joy of late (very late) lie ins.
The River Files 