Several days ago, I wrote about not walking, yet I walked. I walked again this morning. I had a bit of an internal battle to go out, but I do need to get used to doing it.
I saw very few people. It was a little bit busier than it was on Tuesday. But still nowhere near the numbers of the before days.
It is quite eerie, walking down Gosport High Street, all of the shops closed, some shuttered, the blinds down in the recently opened hotel – how little business have they done? Who would stay in a hotel through choice now? Who would board an aircraft and share the air the of the infected, or not infected – who knows? Who would go to a restaurant, and a cinema? how will these once loved, now feared institutions make a profit? I wish for the before days. This is now the after time. Things change. Will what was normality return? Who knows? I suspect we will find out.