We followed the Daimler SP250 for miles, until it pulled into a lay-by just outside Belfast. It was travelling at a good lick, sunlight glinting off die-straight, beautifully-polished paint and chrome. The guy piloting it was clearly having a fine time, and as we slid by in our hired Škoda I could see a broad smile on his face. But then, he wasn’t the only happy-looking person I saw. It was a glorious weekend, and after a long winter, Northern Ireland was experiencing an exceptional few days of warm, dry weather. was telling of 'relentless' rain and I had packed for wind and rain.
