Hmmm… I guess this will appeal to some, but I'm not sure the younger version of me, now almost lost to the mists of memory, would have liked it much. It uses a lot of word-play and techniques like kenning to build up a script that has the sensibility of spoken word and rap, and which shows as many possibilities as it can for being barefoot in nature – at the seaside, squelching through mud, dancing around farms, snuggling up with marshmallows and a campfire, etc. It's certainly gone for the liveliness a young reader may find appealing – we have multiple font size shifts, wavy text lines and more. So while al fresco summers might seem like the subject of a classical, canonical bit of poetry, this is anything but. I can't say I took to the visuals, either – I think there were too many examples of when we could have had a really eye-catching double-page spread, but it's more akin to a sort of messy Gauguin approach. Certainly people who are footophobic (for want of googling the right term) will not like many of the shots here – that wasn't why I disliked it, but as I say it just didn't really float my boat.