On a bike, riding somewhere. Every day, rain or shine.
#365daysofbiking Fallen silent
April 3rd – A dusk ride out on a Friday at 7pm and there’s an unnatural silence descended on the area. The Shire Oak Pub should be alive, homely, lit up and buzzing with activity.
Because of the Coronavirus restrictions, it is silent, and shut.
Curtains drawn, it’s fallen silent, like the roads around it, in which I feel like an alien intruder.
These are very strange days indeed.
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