Just after midday on a beautiful sunny afternoon and the centre Eccles is unnervingly quiet. The buses are still pulling into the exchange and the trams grind to a halt at the terminus beside Morrison's before rumbling back off again.
But with no passengers on the buses and trams everything feels out of sync. The few souls you do see out and about are wearing what has become the COVID-19 uniform – a mask, gloves and two shopping bags bursting at the seams.
On St Mary’s Road a man stops for respite, he uses the back of his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead before flexing his tired fingers back to life.
He picks up his heavy bags and trudges back back to his home, shoulders slumped in the glare of the warm Spring sunshine. Shoppers are