I'm at work, but the roads were dead on the way in and when I went out for a smoke at half eleven, it was creepily quiet. I said the same thing to myself as you, quieter than Christmas
Bucko - we walked into town this morning and as you found, it was creepily quiet. Almost like one of those old horror films where everyone has disappeared.
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I'm at work, but the roads were dead on the way in and when I went out for a smoke at half eleven, it was creepily quiet. I said the same thing to myself as you, quieter than Christmas
Bucko - we walked into town this morning and as you found, it was creepily quiet. Almost like one of those old horror films where everyone has disappeared.
I walked the dog on the hills, and there were a fair few people about. Even a solitary hang-glider, who I chatted to.
And the road outside is busy, because the Goodwood "Revival " weekend is finishing. Lots of impressive old cars and their impressive old owners.
Sam - nothing like that here, although maybe we'd have seen more people out on the trails.
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