During the height of Summer in England is a contrasting time, After a cold or mild spring we are blasted with a heat wave, one that people predict weeks before and we await our impending doom.
The English summer is only two types of weather, searing heat and thunderous rains, what a contrast eh?
For me when I think of a typical English Summer I think of the rolling hills and pitter patter of green forests surrounded by this yellow mist, the stark blue skies against the endless green. In times like these the sanctuary of the forest becomes even more prominent, the tree’s lovingly giving us shade and shelter from the unrelenting sun is a breath of fresh air.

There is a only faint sense of magic in the summer, most likely due to our brains being cooked by the sun we often miss that aura.

So my thoughts today are really to stress that when you have time of work or whatever duties you have, go for a (lindy) walk in the country, feel the heat and then be awash in the shelter of the woods, cool down and some food and embrace the hidden magic of the Summer Forest.

A wood near Athens. A Fairy speaks. 

“Over hill, over dale, 
Thorough bush, thorough brier, 
Over park, over pale, 
Thorough flood, thorough fire
I do wander every where, 
Swifter than the moon’s sphere; 
And I serve the fairy queen, 
To dew her orbs upon the green: 
The cowslips tall her pensioners be; 
In their gold coats spots you see; 
Those be rubies, fairy favours, 
In those freckles live their savours: 
I must go seek some dew-drops here 
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear. 
Farewell, thou lob of spirits: I’ll be gone; 
Our queen and all her elves come here anon.“

–Over hill, over dale – from A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare