A month back in the UK, but not as we normally know it!

It's been exactly one month today since I have been back in the UK and probably the strangest month I have ever experienced in my life. This is a very short account of my month here to date. Deaths from Coronovirus were increasing both here in the UK and worldwide, Boris had just told us that “Many more families are going to lose loved ones” on the day I got back into the UK. By now, it was becoming clear to me that my original plan to head north to Scotland, via some friends, was going to have to change as it was just now too risky to go and visit my elderly parents. I arrived in Newhaven mid morning and my plan was to head along to Brighton for the night, parking up in our usual spot in Preston Park and then meet my brother for a few drinks that evening and hopefully a couple of mates too. As I couldn't park there till after 4pm for free, I found a nice little spot next to a lake outside Brighton and parked up there for a few hours rest. Moving along to Brighton,