Art thou pale for weariness
of climbing heaven and gazing on the Earth
wandering companion less
among the stars that have a different birth,
and ever changing like a joyless eye
that finds no object worth its constancy.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
It had been a beautifully hot day, the Sun was relentless, happy, strong, and chromium yellow in a big blue cloudless sky. Our motorhome &qu...