It’s 32 degrees. Glorious heat and sunshine. If you’ve ever lived in a hot climate, a different part of your brain wakes up. Walk in the shade, drink much more water than you think you need, stay inside during the fierce heat of the day, wear a sunhat, slather yourself in suncream several times a day and moisturise like a fiend morning and evening.
Factor 50 has the smell of many different summers, fighting for attention. Smoothing it on before the long evening swims, before setting off for walks into the village to shop, resisting Mum putting it on before we ran wild with the cousins in France (who never had to wear it and now have skins like crocodiles).
So despite the rigours of the last year, my skin is doing pretty fine and dandy.