Back in Belfast. Returning to a city is problematic. Will it have retained its magic? Will the vibe still be there? Were previous visits illusions? Will the breakfast be okay? All is good. It’s Belfast. And everything’s alright. The sky is grey but the air is so fresh you take lungfuls of it, consciously, all the time, just for the fun of it. And sometimes departing a city is problematic – cos you just don’t want to leave. Ever.