The summertime is coming and the trees are softly blooming. And the wild mountain Jim rolls around the blooming heather.
I’d rather be rolling around the blooming beach though I’ll settle for my front garden, North Berwick, until I get back out to the Caribbean.
But to mark the sun coming out, although I might jinx it, here’s some summer sizzlers to lift your Rainy Days and Songdays.
I remember that summer
Summer in Dublin, Bagatelle: And this was the soundtrack of 1980 which is where he would always spend my summer.
I can’t remember the Liffey stinking like Hell but I was one of those young people looking so well on Grafton Street in Dublin.
Rock’n’roll never forgets, nor us, and singer Liam Reilly who was taken from us last year will always be a sound of our Dubliners summer.
It’s summer Irie
Money Well Spent, Biggie Irie: It’s the last day of Crop Over and I still have room for Bacchanal.
The Crop Over carnival, to be fair, lasts all summer and is the only thing Bajans devote their attentions to.
California, the best trip
Sloop John B, The Beach Boys: And it may have been the worst trip Brian Wilson ever went on.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes
Here comes the Sun, The Beatles: And The Beatles light up any summer.
Espana por favor
And, of course, it’s Britons and Irish go-to summer hotspot and ours too.
All of which brings us back to el hobby horse: why are the Canaries, off the coast of Africa not a special case.
After all those Tenerife trails won’t walk themselves.
So, seeing the summertime is coming then we should all blooming get out in the sun and sing and dance.