Usually at this time of year we are hunkered down at home, not because of the virus but because of the masses of bikers out and about on our roads having a whale of a time at the races.
A friend suggested that we meet up at their house, about 20 minutes drive along the west coast, at 5;30 for drinks in the garden. We met up with them and the rest of our group of friends, all seated at a safe distance with our cool bags of beers and bubbles, glasses and nibbles.
We spent a wonderful hour and a half chatting, drinking and enjoying each other's company before each setting off back home. Along quiet roads with views of the hills and sun reflected on the sparkling sea.
We used to meet up on a regular basis and took it for granted. Saturday evening's get together was almost like old times, but not quite. No hugs or getting too close, but still getting closer to how life should be.