Heat

It was hot while we were in Cornwall. Really hot. Dry heat too, not even that horrible humid heat. Humid heat is like being suffocated by a sweat soaked pillow. Dry heat makes your throat hurt, but you feel so languid and relaxed that you barely notice. Regardless, heat makes you hot. When I'm hot, I don't like to bother with clothes.

Actually, I just don't like to bother with clothes.

So in order to not get arrested, I compromised and wore dungarees and bras or just my bikini all week. I got a wicked tan. I just felt free. The most amazing thing though. Even in my wetsuit, in Lidl, I barely got strange looks. It was like it was normal. Normal for a girl to walk through a supermarket in a bikini (I did that too).

Coming home was hard. Not only was it back to business as usual for me (I kick started with something just over a 40 hour week at work), but I had to wear whole outfits again. I just don't like wearing clothes once I'm out my local council.

I got slightly red across my face and a tiny bit on my back, but mostly, I went brown. That's so rare for me. And I was lucky enough to not have a pre burn of wave shapes across my back where I'd tried to do my own suncream, missed parts and burnt in the sun. Unlike SOME people.