Soft tops

The sun is out in London and so it’s time to get the sports cars out and get the roofs down.
It makes me think of Ballad if Lucy Jordan, not the happiest song but brilliant all the same.
I’d like to be be riding a scooter on the Cinque Terre or the Amalfi coast. Instead I’m on buses and trains crossing London. But people are smiling and we can take our coats off. It’s a start.