The West Highland summer was even wetter than usual, if that were possible … But it was Sunday, so Algy decided to have some rest and relaxation notwithstanding the weather. He dangled his foot in a convenient puddle, and let his fancy roam:
          Ever let the Fancy roam,          Pleasure never is at home:          At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,          Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;          Then let winged Fancy wander          Through the thought still spread beyond her:          Open wide the mind’s cage-door,          She’ll dart forth, and cloudward soar.
[Algy is quoting the opening of the poem Fancy by John Keats.]

The West Highland summer was even wetter than usual, if that were possible … But it was Sunday, so Algy decided to have some rest and relaxation notwithstanding the weather. He dangled his foot in a convenient puddle, and let his fancy roam:

          Ever let the Fancy roam,
          Pleasure never is at home:
          At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
          Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;
          Then let winged Fancy wander
          Through the thought still spread beyond her:
          Open wide the mind’s cage-door,
          She’ll dart forth, and cloudward soar.

[Algy is quoting the opening of the poem Fancy by John Keats.]