I’d forgotten the good things... now I have re-experienced and re-imagined them.

There was less traffic, people had more time for each other, the Hill didn’t stink of diesel fumes and there were more insects and birds. That was then, and this is what it’s like under lockdown.

True, my work has gone and the future looks precarious, but somehow it feels better, and I’m confident that there are opportunities for home working. Our outgoings have dropped since we stopped the ritual of shopping trips and eating out and we’ve discovered that we can actually get on with each other in the same house after all.

We wouldn’t have made the effort if we hadn’t been forced.

I don’t want things to go back to the way they before, I want to breathe clean air, I want the endless traffic to stop, I want to keep the closeness with neighbours and family we’ve rediscovered.

Most likely I will need to rethink what work I do, like many small businesses, and I’d like to see the programme for fibre sped up (we need it now, not in 12 months), I’d like to see Cornwall Council able to set out regulations to keep Covid at bay independently of that mess that is Westminster, and most of all I’d like to see local businesses and shops incentivised to keep trade local, and promote business that doesn’t depend on car ownership, but supports public transport, walking and cycling.