The pub we had lunch in (see last post) was almost empty. There was a regular at the bar- an old guy with a walking frame who looks like the painter Augustus John (right down to the beret): I suspect he'll be lost if the place has to close.
(A lot of old folk more or less live in pubs. Close the pubs, make the oldsters isolate themselves: that in itself is going to cause deaths.)
The farm shop where we buy our vegetables was busy- and serving meals.
We had reason to drop by the village hall this morning and there was a yoga class in full swing.