Bird print jumper, Monki (similar here) I don’t want to admit it – you don’t want to admit it. But yes, it’s coming: British Winter. It’s inevitable, and yet, whenever the time comes around, I’m always saddened. I can handle the ominous looming of golden leaves and the ‘will it or won’t it’ sun forecasts, but the time I can’t stand is when you wake up in the morning before the sun has risen and by the time you leave work in the evening it’s, well, dark. It’s called Greenwich ‘Mean’ Time for a reason.
On a Bank Holiday weekend, at the first glance of sunshine, we Brits are out like a flash, dressed in clothes which it’s probably not hot enough to wear, probably as white as sheets and probably not wearing sun screen. I decided – upon reading the weather forecast was going to be cloudy, with sun and a whole 12 degrees – to pop down to a local sun spot – Lulworth Cove.