Yesterday was ‘Super Saturday’ when the pubs reopened. Today the papers are full of pictures of people crowding around in the road in Soho, of people queuing outside a pub at 7.45 am (photographed by an NHS doctor on his way to treat people one by one in isolation) and Nigel Farage breaking quarantine to be the first person with a pint.

I have been on my first jaunt to somewhere which isn’t local. Lunch with my brother followed by a drive across Dartmoor to a friend’s house. The roads are full of caravans and cyclists and there appear to be a good sprinkling of tourists everywhere.

Because we have not been able to travel abroad, there appear to be a number of people who have gone stir crazy. Parties in fields and in roads, wild camping in places where it is illegal and rubbish EVERYWHERE. Honestly.

It will be interesting to see how the infection rates respond.

On Dartmoor, I parked in a space on the side of the road and was immediately mugged by a pony that presumed I had food for him. When I was leaving, he lent of the wing mirror, trying to look appealing. Didn’t work – although he was very cute.