Dep 0615, got to Glasgow 1600, 425 miles. Crossed border 1345. Very impressed by the hills from the Yorkshire Dales onwards - snow on the tops of many of them.
Going west on the M80, murky yellow-grey stratocumulus but with sun coming through quite brightly, as if promising that effort would be rewarded with success. There was, thinking about it now, something Dec 88/Jan 89 about it. Things have changed but they have not [yet] crashed in a way which means there are no more possibilities than there were before.

(7pm). Someone in the UK has died from coronavirus - that's a step.