"O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself
a king of infinite space,
were it not that I have bad dreams."
Act II scene ii
28 August 2012
Sitting by the roadside on Burbage Moor west of Sheffield, just watching the world go by. Behind this old sheep, purple heather is starting to bloom again, confirming that here in the British Isles we are nearing the end of summer.