Yockenthwaite - Yorkshire Dales

Such a perfect day...

Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through briar,
Over park, over pale,
Through blood, through fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moone’s sphere;

And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be:

In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:

I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I’ll be gone:
Our queen and all her elves come here anon.

William Shakespeare - Over Hills, Over Dales - from Midsummer Night's Dream

And burgers on a firewood for tea :

P.S: The name Yockenthwaite is said to be of Scandinavian origins. Thwaite meaning ‘a clearing’, while Yocken could be a derivation of ‘Eogan’ of probable Irish origins – hence we get the place-name ‘Eogan’s clearing’. The Journal of Antiquities