Near us, lots of the fishermen were in real trouble as restaurants across the country shut. That meant they had to make a living in a totally different way, so some were doing weekly deliveries in person, some selling online and the fresh fish was delivered to your door. One guy was fishing in the morning and delivering in the afternoon, so we had very fresh (ie, alive) langoustine and lobster. Closer by the butcher, the fruit and veg shop all did deliveries. When we were allowed to go out a bit more, shopping on the high street was fun again, a treat that is often denied by a time restraints. We had wine delivered and only used the supermarket for the basic essentials. I discovered a tiny supermarket that only sells Asian foods, just up the road and the neighbours started a swap – flour, sourdough starter, jams – all left on doorsteps, delivered in a socially distanced way. Local Cafes did takeaway food, as did the high end restaurant nearby as a treat for a birthday.

As life goes back to being busier, I’ve stuck to local food wherever possible. It’s just shown the places and shops that really count are those where the person behind the counter remembers your name and you remember theirs.