I'm still riding outside, but I am lucky in two ways.
We live near the top of the sparsely populated Durham Dales, and near a cross-roads.
So now, instead of doing a two hour circuit, I can ride West to the top of the hill and down, then South to the top of the hill and down, then North to the top of the hill and down. About 16 miles, 1800ft up, 1800ft down, no flat bits. Never more than 4.5 downhill miles from home, where husband was listening out for the phone.
On Sunday I waved to 5 solo cyclists, two neighbouring farmers and was passed by one small car.
I do consider myself very fortunate.
Meantime, over the hill in Alston, the residents are furious about the hundreds of motorcyclists still out and about, and using local facilities.