High summer in Scotland usually means clammy, energy sapping humid weather when it's at its dry best or.... alternatively..... frequent showers, thunderstorms and unsettled weather during the Scottish Monsoon season of July and August. Although collectively the nation always looks forward to summer every year this is never my favourite two months in the Highlands due to the number of biting insects, reduced visibility over the mountains and the almost inevitable thunder and lightning storms. Spring, Autumn and even Winter are preferable these days, especially last autumn which was glorious and long lasting.
Another reason for feeling summer is always something of a let down is that I'm a very visual person normally and by July most wild flowers have already given their best displays (except in private and show gardens where they have been deliberately selected for colour throughout each month) and everything is just well....green..... and in need of a lawnmower. Wild dog rose at Portencross.
A thundering steamroller of a song and an anthem for the homeless and dispossessed around the world on this increasingly overcrowded ball of dirt. Written slightly before the current European situation developed in the Med incidentally. Great driving drum and piano rhythm throughout.