The Wheatsheaf

In the main 'street' through Northleach.

I was coincidentally thinking about The Wheatsheaf this morning before we went out for our daily walk, in the afternoon for a change. At the start of the pandemic I set up a spreadsheet to record our significant social interactions, my own track and trace system to tick off the days after any risky contact with the outside world. The very first item was a lunch at the Wheatsheaf, exactly 300 days ago. I remember being a bit concerned as we met up with a couple of friends who had just flown in from Singapore. We obviously survived.

300 days, and still logging and counting :-)