I once knew a trio of friends called April, May and June. Seriously.
Usually, June is a month of long days, warm nights and any excuse for a BBQ. This June is a little off piste. There was the election for a start. And David Dimbleby and that fly. But June is the middle of the year, half way. The Bridport Prize is in and I’ve just signed up for the Alzheimer’s Society Memory Walk, because of my mum. And this Saturday we are all getting together to remember Jo Cox, to show that we really do have more in common, than divides us.
So wherever you are, fire up that BBQ and celebrate Jo and June.