We have been away for a week now and are beginning to get into the swing of canal life and eating and drinking in the new socially distanced world (I won’t say “New Normal”, an awful expression).
Only two pubs so far have taken our names and telephone numbers (they are all supposed to), the restaurants where we made bookings have our telephone number but the Thai restaurant on Thursday night has no way of tracing us although in fairness this was the most careful place we have eaten regards masks, hand cleaning etc. Most pubs seem to let you order at the bar with a screen to protect the barman but at lunchtime today we were firmly told to go to a table where eventually we were served by a lady who was not wearing any form of mask or visor.
The good people of Macclesfield seemed more “distance” aware than at home or in Stafford, people kept well apart even crossing the road although very few wore masks. We were surprised by a comment from another boater who seemed horrified that we were going out to have dinner inside a restaurant, it may be famous last words but you do have to live a little. Tonight we are eating in an Italian restaurant, when making the booking I noticed that each table is in it’s own plastic cubical so it will be like eating in a greenhouse.