For me, it was one of those great weekends. June 26-27, 2010.
Even as I boarded the train on the Saturday morning (a very smart London-Midland multiple unit with its bright, clean upholstery done out in pleasing shades of green), I felt excited and completely happy, just like a child in a Ladybird book who is embarking upon a railway journey bound for adventure.
The carriage throbbed gently at the platform as brilliant sunshine illuminated lovely old Shrewsbury station.
I was off to spend the weekend with eldest son Dave and his girlfriend Laura. And on the Sunday we were going to Hyde Park to see my all-time musical hero Paul McCartney in concert in Hyde Park.
It turns out that the Sunday was the hottest day of the year, but even the heat (which normally would be too much for me) seemed right somehow.
Thousands of happy people enjoying sunshine and music (oh, and - on the giant screen before us - England being thrashed by Germany, but hey!). There was beer to drink. Good company. Elvis Costello, Crowded House, Crosby, Stills and Nash. And of course Macca, magnificent as always.
Boy! What a weekend.