Scotland, Summer 2012

O thou who passest thro' our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,
Oft pitchedst here thy golden tent, and oft
Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld
With joy, thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

William Blake (from Poetical Sketches, 1783)

Aye...that'll be right! Use the binoculars to fully appreciate the joy and warmth of Summer.