At the Old Moat Garden Centre, outside the smart new gates of which two cars were waiting for the off, I came across some smart new fencing, the left hand end of which is snapped above. Panels of a sort of green plastic clad, steel wire frame, neatly finished with slats of treated wood. I thought rather good, but probably also rather expensive.
Not many people about, maybe a dozen joggers and cyclists all told, all men. Not counting a large family, what I took to be a couple, half a dozen children and a grandchild in a push-chair, spread right across both path for people and path for cyclists, with no social-distancing regard for me coming the other way. I thought it simplest to step into the road to pass them.
Both cafés in West Ewell open. Sandwich shed in Longmead Road open. Some customers in all of them.
Sundry skips, but none containing entire bricks at the road end. There was a lorry or tractor tyre leaning up against a skip, more than a metre high, which I probably could have had, but it was rather heavy to be rolling several hundred yards down the road. We had such a thing for a (very successful) sandpit, many years ago, and the thought was that this one could serve the same purpose. With a heavy lid to keep out cats and foxes. Probably not to be.
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