I was going to do a post on Scunthorpe tonight, but I ran out of enthusiasm. Sorry. So here’s one about the Lockdown.
Tomorrow marks a month since my last pub. Hopefully not EVER.
Only one bottle of Doom Bar (purely for research purposes) in all that time, despite some bloke on Twitter trying to shame me into drinking homebrew on my sofa.
Everyone will be affected differently by the lockdown. Mentally I seem fine, “very calm” says Mrs RM, but my body seems to have turned to lethargy to compensate.
I can eat well (the Chinese takeaway closed straightaway), pound the exercise bike, and do the prescribed one hour drudge round the village, but it’s not enough when I’m used to constant travel and new sights. The mind definitely drives the body.
Even a trip to Milton Tesco is a treat.
Sadly, the queue of trollies stretched back to the petrol station. So I added my allowed hour walk to the allowed shopping and headed to the much quieter Co-op near Cambridge Science Park.
I took the pedestrian route past a deserted Cambridge North Station, its masterplan for flagship Sam Smiths to anchor the site development possibly interrupted by events.
The Co-op has a nice one way route to help social distancing, but there were only 3 people in anyway, and I was able to buy all the things on Mrs RM’s list, plus pudding, in 10 minutes (top). No idea what sort of cake you make with bleach.
A successful but dull 59 minutes walk, though its nice to see nature reclaiming the streets near the row of solicitors and accountants near Milton sewage works.
Now I know how hunter gatherers felt before pubs were invented.