When coronavirus arrived we all bunkered down at home. When we briefly emerged in June our little group decided to play it safe and stay away from crowds. So we moved north, and crossed the great divide of Alexandra Parade, the scene of a bank robbery in 1953. I drew quickly, worried about another lockdown – and of course it happened. My next outing, 15 weeks later, was to the Polyester Records serpent, within my 5km boundary.

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