We approached the city centre on foot.
There was crowd gathered. A loud crowd. There was shouting. Oh no, what are we complaining about now? It’s not time to protest about that already, surely? Is it even still marked? Closer inspection showed my outmoded thinking.
A huge tv screen. Crowds. The rowing. Local chaps. Ah. Of course I joined in with the vocal support. Girl1 was even approached by a journalist and was able to define herself as a pupil of the big school. The day had started well.
But we were there for a different gathering. BelfastTimes featured it, and I wasn’t going to miss out.
We have us the cows. Cow parade is the world’s largest public art event and it has arrived in Northern Ireland. Unusually, the cows will be spread across the region, not confined to a city. We saw the Belfast cows in the grounds of the City Hall, before they set off to veraious locations around the town. After being on display for a few months, all the cows will be auctioned for charity.
I’m so glad when the grass is full of colour and healthy support for athletes.
I’m so glad when we have nothing extraordinary to complain about, but plenty to shout about.