On the 4th of April 1968, Martin Luther King Junior was fatally shot in his motel room in the depths of Tennessee.
The first week there were only five but there were more every week, Pat, his believers, and a few plastic cones: “I was on the beach five times a day. If one extra person came, I would cycle home even faster to tell my Mum.”
Carpe diem is a phrase I learned when I was very young. I didn’t really understand it then, but sometimes things happen and everything just falls into perspective.