It’s such a beautiful day that I decided to cycle along the river.  It’s hot but no hotter than the hottest day of a Belfast summer.  The air smells of wild flowers, of daisies, dandelions, and rose of sharon.

I was reminded of childhood summers spent playing in the park.  I used to lie in the grass with my friends and little sister making daisy chains.  We wore crowns made of daisies and forgot to go home in time for tea.