We always blew on dandelions when we were kids 50 years ago but never knew if they could tell the time as we never had watches to check them against. But time has little meaning when you are free to roam the fields all day. The rumbling stomach always let you know when it was teatime. Time to amble home picking blackberries on the way and wondering why the best ones were always just out of reach. Funny how those far off summer holidays seem like yesterday. Don't ask me what happened yesterday, did we even have a yesterday?