My permitted outdoor exercise today was a one-hour triathlon. First I cycled to the bottom of the steep hill (wow, my muscles knew it was my first time on the bike for a fortnight!), then I ran (walked, actually) up the hill. Next didn't count because it was cycling again. Third: a bit of weight-lifting - shovelling sand from a Freecycler's* front garden into the bags I'd brought with me and lifting them into the bicycle trailer. There was a fourth but that didn't count either because it was cycling home again. 

I've started brushing the sand into the gaps and will finish tomorrow.

There was almost no-one out in Oxford, but I was surprised by how many buses, most empty, were plying their routes. I gave a thumbs-up to two emergency ambulances and got cheery waves in response.

*It was the sort of sand I wanted, the quantity I wanted, and she was happy to have it off her drive after it was left there by builders three years ago. Freecycle is brilliant!