Come rain (and there will be), come shine (here’s hoping). Even if our knees have knobbles and our calves are like sticks, we’ll be hunting through our wardrobes for our favourite shorts. Because just a few hours of sunshine is all we need to remember those summers when we were kids. When the sun shone for longer, the days were endless and our only deadline was tea on the table. And when we got up in the morning and threw on our shorts and t-shirts, grabbed some toast and our bikes or skateboards and left for the day we knew that one day in the future the sun would be shining and we’d be putting on our shorts and remembering that feeling.
These are the days and they always were.