The rare summer daydream, I rise from the daily veil of mundane, I often feel that only films can show emotion through some medium other than laughter and tears. We went ‘sploring! Bent below the bramble bush, Dodged beside the nettles, The tag-your-it-sticky plants, She’s allergic to them! Opening onto a gully of a million nettles, it’s beautiful, Desolate, Wise walls of Wych Elm and White Poplar. She was wearing her sink-into-the-soil shoes. Stepping back to the terrace, We exchanged a chuckling reality-sucks wink. The rare summer daydream.