The sunny morning persuaded me to make the effort, with a face mask and Lili my camera as my vital accessories. I had been temporarily deprived of my car, but I wanted to demonstrate to myself that I could still get about, and need not be confined to the village.
There was something else, too. Central London had become a no-go place in my mind, and not simply because of Covid. I'd stayed away too long - almost nine years - and I'd developed very negative emotions about the place. Silly, I know; but everywhere in London - and Central London above all - was by now almost Forbidden Territory. It was high time I took the plunge and broke the spell.
Perhaps it wasn't the very best moment to travel there; but then, it wouldn't be seething with tourist crowds, and I would walk everywhere - partly to stay as much as possible out in the open air, and partly to get some really worthwhile exercise. And I had that. Yesterday's step count exceeded 23,500.