Making the most of the lovely weather earlier this week whilst also trying to satisfy myself that I am a great hands-on Dad, Patrick and I went down to the local GAA club for a kick around on the pitch. He had a match last Saturday and felt he played well but missed a couple of points which encouraged him to want to sharpen up on his kicking. It was a good active hour well spent.

As I stood on the pitch, it struck me that I’m forty years a member of the club. Talk about feeling ancient! Back then this form of activity was commonplace. We were forever kicking football either on the pitch or on the street.