Murphy’s Law as weather changes

THE sky was so blue and the sun so warm that my son and his pal took off their shirts to enjoy the weather as they drank raspberry beer outside a bar overlooking the River Vltava in the pretty town of Ceské Budejovice in Lower Bohemia in the Czech Republic.

Having just arrived from Ireland — or, more specifically from coastal west Cork — it was the first sun we’d seen for many a week and we joined them in the raspberry beer, if not the striptease.

Meanwhile, cyclists of all ages, from nine to 90, whizzed past on the narrow riverside path, that section of which is known to my son and friends as Death Alley. The Czechs are as big on cycling as the Dutch, and some of the riders looked as if they’d been at it since long before I was born.