Yes, just some pictures of baby ducks in Ely for you. You get the pubs re-opened, I’ll visit them for you.
Look how much of Page 123 of the Navigator I’ve done. Perhaps I should start swimming the rivers and colour those in.
I popped in to Ely to make sure my parents didn’t fall in the Ouse.
It’s good to see old folks (says he) getting out and about a bit more now, doing their little dance to keep 7.2 metres away from everyone else, while wondering why the ice cream van isn’t on the riverside.
Ely riverside is one of the approved beauty spots the BBC have been banging on about the last week.
Just as Mrs RM and I are desperate to get our campervan out so we can wild camp in bucolic Britain (well, probably Burton), the canal boats want to get out again, but overnight stays are scuppered for the time being.
No sign of life at the Cutter, a smartened Greene King gastropub that would have been heaving on a normal glorious May day.
Despite the setting, not a great deal of outside dining at the Cutter, though the Maltings may fare better.
Anyway, nothing about pubs from Boris in today’s briefing, and frankly it appears the British public are more interested in hounding Cummings than reaching an end to this crisis.