Summer is a lazy time around here; I love it. It’s hot, but not oppressive – you feel like you can still manage to do things… if you really want to.
The rosemary bushes along the side of the roads are drying out and leaving the air tinged with their scent wafting along. It’s a fertile time along the Mediterranean, even in the city.
I ride to and from work along a short stretch of a railway track. Along this track, blackberry bushes grow in abundance and at this time of year, people come and start foraging the juicy fruits. Sometimes on my ride home I stop and pick a handful of berries, warmed by the sun and think about how lucky I am to be able to be here and do this.