I don’t know what to write really.
Floss and I made the careful considered decision to go into town (Lerwick) to get some essential supplies for both the animals and people. I had phoned first to see what the protocol was and we followed it to the letter.
This is an ingenious way to enforce “social distancing” – bales of wood shavings used for bedding in front of the tills.
After the feed merchant, we went to get hay from our regular supplier. He was awaiting my arrival and all I did was open the back doors of the van and stand well back while the hay was loaded for me. It was all very odd. Usually we stand and chat but no, we avoided eye contact and drove off.
And lastly to Tesco’s with the shopping list. We had to queue the required distance and it was all very easy. One shopper came out and the next shopper went into the store.
A few items had been cleared out – there is no white or brown strong flour for bread-making to be had on these islands but we got the essentials and then went home. Everyone avoided eye contact.
I found the whole day unsettling in a weird way and I don’t want to go anywhere again unless I have to. Like I said, I don’t know what to write. Home is the most “normal” place to be and that is our “normal” (so pretty odd in real life!)