27° of undisturbed heat, a less than generous helping of Factor 30 and a beach towel big enough for two. 

Point in question - I tried. 

When tanning demotes itself to the very bottom of your beach break 'to do list', you'd better hope bare-footing it down the seafront after your fair share of champers suffices. And don't forget that bag of one too many hot doughnuts.

Oh I do like to be beside the seaside...

| Polo Neck Sweater - Topman | Mules - Unique SS14 | Sora Necklace - Moxham |

Another sure-fire attempt at playing polo there Verity?

So I've got a roll-neck fetish. Shi* happens.

Yet trust me to get down in the seasonal dumps once the good weather decides to grace our gloomy little isle.

No sleeves? Sleeve. Less.
Sorry but I don't speak blue skies and bare arms.

Together with an incessant requirement to travel just where the sun don't shine and an even greater need to boast layers; I'm afraid for now this autumnal princess is setting the bar for the 'anti-tan' pretty damn high.

Some call it bizarre. Others say crazy. I like to call it pale and interesting.