(slightly) from Saturday. I now resemble this:
That’s what I get for frowning whilst being in the sun – alternating red and white stripes on my forehead. The same happened to me in Budapest during a trip on the Danube (although the sun was shining directly into my eyes, and I am far too much of a Luddite to invest in a pair of sunglasses). And last year I got burnt and my skin peeled like a snake on the first sunny day we had in Kew. Will I ever learn? Hopefully the red will turn to brown, although I’m pretty sure that my Celtic genes preclude me from tanning.
Have you been abroad, or could you tan in England? It’s still utterly arctic here, though it’s due to start scorching next week. I didn’t even tan in New Zealand, so my Celtic genes have clearly reached full maturity.
Nope – just on Horsenden Hill. Strangely, there is a hurling club based at the bottom of the hill.