Walking through once-again-heaving Burford, it’s strange that it’s older, larger people, those most vulnerable to infection, who are least likely to be masked-up. Twenty years ago, you might have said it’s because they’d been through the war. Now the best you can say is that they’ve been through the ’60s, which is rather less of an excuse. Many of similar ilk were tottering around on still-cobwebby bikes during lockdown, often, I’d guess, for the first time in many years and still with us only because there were so few cars on the road. Cycling has now become, once again, the preserve of beardy MAMILs. And I can’t, alas, see even a £50 bribe getting the rest back in the saddle now there’s other stuff to do.
“Trade war: Stock markets rally as Trump rows back on Fed and China threats”
Yet another reminder, should one be needed, of how quickly things can and will change. A nod and a wink in the right direction from himself and/ or an underling can provide the solace the money men crave and turn a plummet into, if not a soar at this stage, then certainly a bounce.
