Going the social distance

It was  pretty empty in the Preselis today. Half a dozen other walkers with dogs and a man on a trail bike, ravens croaking lazily from the sky, a few early butterflies skimming over the rocks, rocks, and more rocks dominating the skyline in every direction and spilling over every ridge.

The small stone circle, actually more an oval,  in the middle distance here is  Bedd Arthur, Arthur's Grave  (but who knows? He has many.)  Beyond,  the flank of Carn Menyn, heaped with dolerite slabs, the very same that found their way to Stonehenge. 

Extras show 
- a closer view of Arthur's grave markers, 
- Carn Gwr/Man Cairn (with added sheep skull) and 
- assemblages of gigantic boulders  everywhere: Barbara Hepworth on acid came to mind.

Meanwhile, in other parts of Wales and scenic  areas in Britain, day trippers have been flooding in, parking cheek by jowl and crowding  around chippies and take-aways. What is it they don't understand about social distancing?
Even worse for us in Pembrokeshire, second home owners are fleeing London and other English cities to hole up in their country cottages. Nice for them but not for us, exposed to imported infection, nor for our already overstretched and understaffed local health services should these out-of-county migrants fall ill. 
Everyone should be staying close to home.