Sunday March 29, 2020.
Deaths in the UK now well over 1000 and the government, for what it’s worth, is bracing the public for many more. The figures range from 7000 to 20,000 in the coming month. Some experts are say this lockdown could extend until June. We tried registering for home grocery deliveries with Morrison’s, Sainsbury, and Tesco without luck. The first two are not accepting new home delivery customers and the Tesco website said there was no available delivery slot in the foreseeable future. Like it or no we’ll still have to shop in person.
Saturday March 28, 2020
There is a debate about how far we are permitted to go to get our exercise, and walk the dog? We’re still going to Lellizzick but we are now one of just maybe two cars there. It’s said we risk a road traffic incident and thereby could put unnecessary strain on the NHS. The worst that could happen on a slow four and a bit mile round trip is a prang. But what about all the cyclists that have appeared? Bikers who don’t get their bicycles out more that a couple of times a year are now freewheeling through town and country roads without a care in the world. If anyone risks casing the NHS unnecessary work it’s them. I suppose we’ll have to change our routine if only not to stick out like sore thumbs. Friends in London all say the same thing – we’re better off where we are.
Friday March 27, 2020.
This coronavirus thing is almost bearable with the weather the way it is. Another bright spring day with a smattering of alto cumulus clouds. The word is it’s going get a lot colder. All the talk today is about whether people should be able to get into their cars to take the dog for a walk. We could walk to Tregirls from Dennis Road but it’s quite a way. Each day there have been less cars parked up at Lellizzick. On the way back I noticed the Farm Shop is still open. Both the prime minister and the health secretary have the virus. Spike says this thing is getting serious.
Thursday March 26, 2020.
The death toll today is 465. 70,000 have the virus in the US. By 6pm today 100 people had died of it in New York,Kim and I drove to Bodmin to shop for the week. Another beautiful, warm spring day with a faultless blue sky. The road was empty and so too the car park at Morrisons. We grabbed a trolley each, split our shopping list in two and joined the 20 or so strong queue, each two metres apart, waiting to be admitted into the store one at a time. I needed a pee at the same time as another customer. We approached the gents and looked warily at each other. I waited outside and he thanked me. We found most of the things we wanted but when it came to paying a member of staff said I would have take one of the four bottles of wine out of my trolley. Three bottles each a maximum. She said they were open the next morning at 7am and I couldn’t drink all four bottles by then anyway. Little does she know me. Petrol prices have plummeted. By nearly 40p said Kim. It made sense to fill up. Back at The Red House Kim washed every item we’d bought. Tonight they announced 4000 dead in France and 8000 in Italy. In the US lockdown has ramped the unemployment total to over three million. At 8pm we joined just a handful of others outside and applaud all NHS staff. It was a poor turnout at my end of town. I only counted four others apart from ourselves. Sarah at the Gallery said it was very moving to hear the applause rippling down from the top of town where more homes are actually lived in. There was an idiot getting drunk in the garden this afternoon, dancing and playing loud music. No sign of him when the country was united in saying thank you to the nurses and doctors risking their lives.
Wednesday March 25, 2020.
The UK death toll is 411. It was around 30 last week. Kim is thinking about food supplies and we have dug up part of the back lawn to install a vegetable patch. The only problem we discover is that all the garden centres are closed so we can’t by either plants of seeds. To cheer me up Rob tells me to watch a Chet Baker at Ronnie Scotts show on You Tube. I do and it doesn’t cheer me up but its beautiful. I receive a text from my old boss in Gloucestershire. She says the whole family is isolated on the farm and that her old man is washing by hand every grocery item delivered. There is an item on the news about Waitrose limiting the number of shoppers into its supermarkets. I like the idea and think maybe we’ll go there tomorrow. A text from Spike reads: Prince Charles is isolating at Balmoral with Covid-19. Prince Andrew is isolating Windsor with Jennifer-14.
Tuesday March 24, 2020
A friend from London has come down insisting she will head straight back if she shows the slightest sign of the illness, not wishing to be a strain on an overstretched Cornwall NHS. We saw our first intercontinental jet overhead for the first time in days. Looking up on Tregirls Kim pointed out that there was not a single contrail where normally there are several criss-crossing the sky. The valley behind Tregirls leading to Lellizzick is drying out but still resembles the Everglades. The weather is sublime and today was the first day all year I haven’t worn a winter coat. There are more lights on in Rock. There are a few speedboats too and a couple of light aircraft breaking the unnatural Covid-19 silence. All but one of the building projects on Dennis Road has come to a standstill. Where the road is normally bumper-to-bumper with parked cars there are less than a dozen now. Almost no pedestrians and a silence you can almost hear. Each day reminds me of Sunday afternoons in the Sixties when the shops were closed and most people stayed at home.
Monday March 23, 2020
There is a sign on the door of the Tesco stating that violent language directed at staff will not be tolerated. There is a taped ‘isolation’ grid on the floor in front of the customer services counter where I often exchange my Guardian voucher for a copy of the newspaper. I mention the notice on the door to the women behind the counter (when I move towards the counter she moves back and when she moves forward I am instructed to move back) who says there was an argument with a customer who threw something at a member of staff.
Sunday March 22, 2020
My friend in Cross Street sounded well on the phone today. She managed a laugh and we agreed to stay in touch. The tide was out when Kim, Asta and I arrived at Tregirls. Someone had written in the sand, in big letters, ‘Holidaymakers Go Home’. I counted 60 on the beach at Rock. The keeping our distance message is starting to get home with people we stopped to chat with a god two metres away. The numbers of people with coronavirus in Cornwall remains in single figures while the talk is of an epidemic in London. Our friends in Kentish Town are all well and getting used to living 24/7 cheek-by-jowl in a small house. My friend said he felt uneasy with the crowds on Hampstead Heath. A friend a short distance away from us emailed to say her ex-husband, living in care hundreds of miles away, has died of Covid-19. It’s getting closer.
Saturday March 21, 2020.
Spike thinks he has Covid-19, but then again he always thinks he has every illness under the sun. A dear friend in Padstow told me she and her London friend have agreed that he shouldn’t come down. The friend thinks people here will disapprove. I think they’re right. This evening, after dark, I took a drive around Padstow to see the effect of the government’s pub/restaurant/hotel closure edict. There was a solitary vehicle parked in the car park in front of The Seafood Restaurant, which was of course closed. The harbour was in darkness with a solitary pedestrian. I drove along Lanadwell Street, across Middle Street and down Duke Street; all in darkness. The pizza takeaway and Chip Ahoy were the only businesses open with two customers at each. No other vehicles moving.
Friday March 20, 2020
It’s official. Having previously only advised pubs and restaurants and other hospitality businesses to close at tonight’s government press conference our prime minister, waving his arms about as ever, insisted they must all close tonight to contain the virus. It’s hard to imagine a world without pubs. It’s the end of my Friday evening pint and cigar outside The Old Ship. We are being told to remain at home and avoid contact with people outside our immediate family. This almost certainly means the end of our regular Saturday night dressed up wine sessions in Cross Street. We agree to discuss the situation tomorrow.
Thursday March 19, 2020.
Another line of panic buyers with trolleys this morning. I go to the supermarket to get my Guardian and people, especially the elderly, don’t think twice about invading someone’s space. I’m getting calls and texts from friends up country telling me that second home owners are not welcome in Cornwall. I call my dear friend in Southwold who echoes the words of people hereabouts angry, at the number of people ‘self isolating’ in the community that will be under pressure if they become ill and put extra strain on the tory underfunded NHS. Tonight a Cornwall councillor and tourism manager appealed to holidaymakers and second home owners alike to stay away. I’ve heard through the grapevine that May Day has been cancelled.
Wednesday March 18, 2020
There seems to be some sort of denial in the air, that coronavirus and Covid-19 are a figment of some conspiratorial imagination. There are no extra precautions at the Health Centre Centre and plenty of close, sometimes intimate contact. Despite this all the talk is about second home owners. At the supermarket the staff are talking about a queue of people outside when it opened up at 7am this morning, nearly all they said were outsiders. There is unconfirmed talk of a cluster of Covid-19 patients in Polzeath.