I’d reached the point where I knew that The Boy Child was more than ready for a change of scenery, but one that didn’t involve going too far or walking Tilly. I settled on a night at my Club in town and few hours strolling the streets of Central London.
Getting there meant a journey on the Tube, something we haven’t done since the beginning of March … We complied with the current travel stipulations and wore face masks. I had thought that The Boy Child might have been constantly fiddling with his, but he coped really well.
We were both anxious about the Tube, but the train was fairly empty and the few people we saw in our carriage were masked up. We were, however, rather alarmed to see people on the platforms either not wearing masks or wearing them incorrectly. There didn’t appear to be any TfL staff enforcing what is currently UK law.
Once in town, we were amazed at how quiet it was, even though common sense told us that would likely be the case. Several roads around Covent Garden were blocked off to vehicles. A number of cafés, bars, pubs and restaurants were open, but an equal number remained closed.
Road traffic was noticeably quieter – just look at Whitehall at 4 pm on a Wednesday …
The roads around Trafalgar Square were also light on pedestrians, giving us a clear view of The End – the newest temporary installation on the square’s fourth plinth.
Our visit was the same-but-still-very-different to visits in the pre-Covid world, but we had a lot of fun doing the tourist thing. We were both grateful for the change of scenery and the opportunity to do something that felt remotely normal.
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