Everywhere feels eerie. Out of sync with normality, people and their relationship with places changes day by day. Today I saw only a lone jogger on the beach after I had been walking for twenty minutes. Yesterday there were a few more but many masked and gowned, sliding sideways down the narrow Victorian streets like grotesque shadows. But just the day before, couples, dog walkers, runners, the young with earphones half jokey half apologetic nods and smiles acknowledging the situation.

Ordinarily an isolated beach of smooth silken sand would have me turning cartwheels in my mind. But now I realise that emotion was a luxury dependent on there being others who might steal that space from me. Cromer a Victorian bustling seaside town has had it’s heart ripped out. The wind is howling tonight and I can hear the roar of the sea. Nothing in between.