McShut

My one trip out of the house for some exercise took me through the centre of Kendal during what would normally approximate to rush hour, though I’m not sure it ever qualified for this name. But there was hardly a soul abroad, with almost every shop shuttered up indefinitely and sporting prominently displayed apologetic notices to loyal customers in their windows. I keep having to pinch myself to make sure this is all real. It feels so out of place and more suited to a Wyndham or Ballard novel.