Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the Jasmine in my mind
I think it’s sunnier wherever the Isley Brothers sang that little number. Leaving Queen St station yesterday, mid-Atlantic style squalls buffeted pedestrians, cyclists and Metro hawkers. My coffee cup slopped its scolding contents as I juggled umbrella, camera and polystyrene cup. As far as summer is concerned, the Cardiff cycle festival has not enjoyed the best of fortunes, but let’s not forget that island weather systems are pretty fickle. Perhaps a ‘glam’ summer is just around the corner.