Showing posts with label sonnet 18. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sonnet 18. Show all posts

Sunday, 16 July 2017

Not necessarily a compliment...


Did Shakespeare get it wrong?

I mean, to say:

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"

Is not necessarily a compliment in Northern Britain.

Hmm. The delights of July in Torridon. (And I haven't even mentioned the midges yet.)

You know what? I think I'll stay indoors...