This one really captures the moment. It was taken yesterday, at a place I was at, just less than a year ago - Durdle Door.
The air ambulances have landed there because some fatheads had been jumping off the top of the 'door', and had seriously injured themselves. The crowds of onlookers, kettled into that tight mass on the beach are just a handful of the thousands of people who, despite us still being in lockdown, trekked their way down that stony path yesterday, ignoring any spirit of the social distancing rules left, if not the letter.
The blue sky, the perfect sea, the glorious weather, the paramedics in PPE and the the lone police officer - everything about this tells the story of the last weekend of lockdown.
Scientists say we're easing too early. I think I agree. Today, the police have closed the roads to Durdle Door and Lulworth Cove - presumably with the number one goal of stopping us from killing ourselves, either by 'tombstoning' a 70ft drop into jagged rocks, or by spreading this still infectious virus in the sun.
Those people took a risk by going there, and it backfired, didn't it? They're squished together, as socially distant as sardines are in a tin. It isn't the fault of the cliff-jumpers either; they were risk-takers too, although their miscalculation was a lot more costly. The truth is that they were all there, every person in this photograph, on a day that they really shouldn't have been.
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