Remember this? The outside world?
With the news that children are to begin the return to school from the eighth of March, and that grassroots kids’ football is hoped to resume not long after this, I managed to peel my son, James, off his PlayStation to go on what I hope will be a series of regular walks to build up his fitness. Mine too.
We set off down a long road which, despite us coming from the same place, some of my friends refer to as The Mad Mile. I, however, know it as The Heywood Stretch.
At the end of this road you come to a roundabout bridge which looks down onto the M62, as shown in the photograph.
We stopped there, for a breather, the wind blowing in our faces as those below us, those fellow lockdown escapees, blew their horns and waved up at us in a semblance of some barely remembered social interaction as they disappeared from view.
“Why are they waving at us?” James asked.
“They are just being friendly,” I replied.
“Do they think we’re gonna jump?”
(Long pause.) “I hope not.”