I always think there is something very comforting about the rhythms of an Irish summer. For me summer begins with the bluebells, which remind me of the May altars in our small, two-teacher primary school. If I close my eyes I can still smell their fragrance and feel the crisp, clear morning air that we associate with the beginning of summer.

School sports days, community games finals and the GAA keep parents busy while the ever-constant hum of championship hurling and football is a fixture on Sunday afternoon radio.