After a while I headed back to the shore and
perched on a washed up log to watch the
fading glow. A guy walked down onto the
beach alongside me, but metres away,
observing our new socially distanced space.
He was watching the sunset too. Although we
were metres apart, it was so quiet and calm,
with barely a breeze, so we spoke, first about
the sunset, and then about the week, the
news. He said that he expected to lose his job.
He spoke about his friend who had just
trained as a paramedic and had started work
this week, of all weeks. The craziness of it,
being on the front line. I couldn’t imagine
having that resilience.