For the past five weeks I've only left the house to exercise. I've not been beyond a 2km radius from my house in that time.
This week I finally ventured further afield, hopping in the car to go to give blood at Newcastle Donor Centre. I was a little apprehensive about it, but it felt good to see some different scenery on the drive, passing by the cows on the Town Moor. The roads were quieter than usual but not as quiet as I'd expected. I found myself wondering where everyone was going.
While waiting my turn I bumped into a friend and we had a quick catch up. I hadn't realised quite how much those chance encounters are missing. The closest I've got recently are the momentary comedy stand offs on the street working out with strangers who is going to step aside.