Sorry I'm late, I've been in Cornwall. Not for any reasons to do with the G7, in fact plans made before it was announced, but to take someone we know on a holiday that she would never be able to do alone.
We were relieved that we had chosen Marazion, by St Michaels Mount, as the first stage of our mini tour.
Relieved, that is, until Day 2, when the place filled with police, and not small ones. The officers wouldn't tell us what was occurring, so I asked the waitress at the pub (lovely fish stew, washed down with Proper Job) instead. She told me that Joe Biden and Boris Johnson were going to St Michaels Mount on Friday, leaving Carbis Bay at 0952 in a convoy, going via Levant, then via the A3074 to avoid the road works on the A30. They were going by boat at 1022, walking to the top of the Mount, before having a cream tea at 1126, before departure at 1201, for return via the A30. I asked if they would be putting jam or cream on first, but she told me that information was classified. In the event, the weather intervened, and the trip was cancelled. You couldn't see the Mount, so I'm not surprised.
On Friday, we set off for Tintagel, seeing a motorcade on the A30 before grinding to a halt. We ducked off along a lane, moving steadily through the Cornish countryside, until having to stop again. Two further convoys passed us close to Newquay:
which we think contained Chancellor Merkel and M. Macron. The rest of the journey was uneventful, other than having to go around the eastern side of the airport rather than on the coast road.
Can’t they do all this via Zoom?
I can't stand video meetings of any kind, except the occasional one with the grandkids. I have to do them for work, where they follow the standard format:
"Can everyone hear OK?"
"Can everyone hear OK?"
"Sorry, I had the mute switch on. Can everyone hear OK?"
"No.....ernet not...iable.....kers at BT.....king nuisance..."
"Can everyone switch off their microphone when not speaking..."
And so on. I have usually by this stage frozen stock still for long enough for everyone to think my broadband has bust, switched the camera off, and settled down to the crossword. I have no doubt that Boris Johnson would do similar, and would probably get up for a drink, forgetting that he isn't wearing pants at some time early in proceedings. People would complain if our leaders didn't meet occasionally to talk about Putin behind his back, or remind Macron that he's losing his best pal soon, so it has to be done. In any case, the real horse trading is done by clever people in suits, behind closed doors.