Dulse dried on the tin roof of my aunt's house in the Glens Of Antrim was good. One of the best things about it was that, being it was on the roof, the next door neighbour's terrier couldn't pee on it. That said it wasn't always easy to tell the difference in taste.

Kitchen table memories also make me think about the supper after bringing in the hay. Midnight if the weather was good. Loads of cousins, all asleep on our feet but not going to miss the session/ storytelling/ singing general airneal which the adults enjoyed after the hay was all in. Great days.

Took my kids back to the Glens last week. No hay, right enough, but they enjoyed seeing where it all (!) happened..... and where I and Mrs Cobra will be buried *gulp*

We spent a couple of special nights at the kitchen table after that. Happy days.