Loving it

Don't let the exaggerated facial expression fool you. 
He is loving it.
Every second of it.

This is after all what Irish childhood memories are made of. 

Scorching summers. Days spent sunbathing. Dipping in and out of the warm Atlantic. 

Getting a bit of relief from the hammering sun under the shade of a palm tree. 

Listening to the serenade of the crickets. 

Waiting for dusk to bring a tiny bit of relief from the relentless daytime sunshine and infernal heat.