Signs of life
The streets are eerily deserted in the evenings. No cars or people and only the odd dog walker about. There are a few hotel beer gardens open locally but the drop in temperatures must deter anyone but the hardiest punters.
There were lights on in our local coffee shop though. They run yoga classes in the basement and there must have been a class in the basement tonight. The chap sitting in the corner is, I think, the doorman who lets folk in.