Yippee it’s the glorious twelfth and the flags are flying in Belfast city. The deck chairs are out and the street vendors are preparing to make a killing. The bands hadn’t started marching when I cycled into town, but the rain may put a dampener on proceedings.
Last night’s bonfires are still burning and the one in the centre of town is not the rubberised ecological disaster I thought it might have been. they hide the car tyres in the middle of a tower of pallets these days.
I would have bought a union jack baseball cap to keep the rain out of my eyes, but I didn’t see any.
odespinner 