How is it possible that I went away for two weeks to Thailand and Vietnam where the temperatures reached about 38 degrees, and came back with barely even a light tan, and I go away for the weekend in England in Devon and Cornwall where I doubt the temperatures topped 18 degrees and come back looking like a lobster? My freckles are out in full force again too. Can anyone explain this?
It is the damned wind here I tell you. It fooled all of us into thinking it wasn't that hot and so we weren't as anal about sunscreen as we were in Thailand, where it was so hot that if you moved sweat went flying.
This weekend we went here:
Jolly Poke beach, Cornwall. I don't make this shit up.
Tintagel, Cornwall. Supposedly King Arthur was born here. The link is very tenuous though. As in, someone made it up.
This is definitely my favourite favourite part of the country. If only I could live there....
Ok it was still pretty cold, the wind was icy and the water was Capetonian so I did not actually swim or anything. If someone could only crank up the heating a bit I may even get to wear the mythical bikini I went to so much effort to purchase.
But I always feel so much happier when I am near the sea. Our tent got a good airing. And it was so beautiful. I feel like my batteries have been recharged to survive this four day week when (whaha) you insufferable South Africans have your first 5 day week in aeons. Suckers!
update: I checked and actually the beach is called Polly Joke, not Jolly Poke! It seems I DO make this shit up. I kind of prefer my version though.