Arcadia

This Summer is so perfect that it seems to have the glow of nostalgia about it even while we are living it. It is a time of hot afternoons and golden evenings. Of sleepy flirtations and impromptu parties and picnics that taste of warm white wine.

The only faint whisper of warning comes from a nagging sense of familiarity. The books and films full of beautiful, young people luxuriating in the the endless Edwardian Summer, unaware of their Impending Doom.