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An illicit taste of city streets before dawn

John Daly


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'The simple pleasures of life - a morning run, an afternoon promenade or an evening stroll - don't seem right somehow in a world where the mild inconvenience of yesterday is quickly mutating into a dread of tomorrow.' (stock picture)

'The simple pleasures of life - a morning run, an afternoon promenade or an evening stroll - don't seem right somehow in a world where the mild inconvenience of yesterday is quickly mutating into a dread of tomorrow.' (stock picture)

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'The simple pleasures of life - a morning run, an afternoon promenade or an evening stroll - don't seem right somehow in a world where the mild inconvenience of yesterday is quickly mutating into a dread of tomorrow.' (stock picture)

I've taken to breaking the law on a daily basis, cocking a snook at health restrictions and living dangerously.

Setting the clock for 5am and slipping into trackie gear, I edge out into the city's pre-dawn darkness to breathe the sweet air of social freedom in a place that now looks so different.

After being cooped up for seven days, confined within the small urban patch that is home, the desire to venture along those familiar streets and alleyways is overpowering.