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.
Ask and you shall get, readers, even if it is with a fair bit of reluctance. When it comes to dressing for my curves I can’t say I’m particularly adventurous, and once I find something that fit and works, I’m known to buy it in 4 colours and mix it up with various coloured tops. I think it’s safe to say that ‘experimental’ doesn’t really enter my wardrobe, and it all tends to vary on a theme of high-waisted skirts, dresses (particularly of the tea variety) and loose fit jersey t-shirts. Loose for two reasons: to fit and conceal my bust… but always drawn back in at the waist.