I watched a lot of movies growing up that showed London under attack or empty after some disaster, so I thought it might be"fun' to see the shutdown city.
It wasn't as much fun as I thought. First port of call was Hyde Park; that was lovely. It was full of evenly spaced families enjoying the day. I didn't take a photo of that. Next stop was Piccadilly Circus. That was movie-set quiet, but there were plenty of buses (mostly empty) and cars. Leicester Square empty was more dispiriting than usual; dustily depressing. Particularly the coming-soon Turkish restaurant - Bosphorus - with it's happy "now hiring". Who knows what will happen in the future?
So, on to Covent Garden. That's when it stopped being fun. There were some security guards, two idle ambulances, a short queue at a Tesco Express and - that was it. I felt a palpable ball of panic forming under my sternum. This sh*t is real.
I headed down towards the Strand, past St Paul's and turned around to go back along The Embankment on CS3. I spent half an hour at Parliament Square, keeping a houseparty appointment to meet some of my Everest climbing buds while admiring the statue of Lloyd George.
Headed back through Barnes, and saw that Marc Bolan's tree was observing social distancing: one mourner at a time. As I approached to take a photo, the mourner there moved away.
Anyway, thought I would share my day. It was a reasonably long cycle, but only a single trip, so counts as exercise under the current rules.
Note: it's possible not every photo in the collage was taken yesterday 🤨