After painting our toenails and donning our sandals, the sun seems to have vanished for many of us. This is my attempt to entice it back, or just wishful thinking.... either way....
Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability.
When I was 18 I would smother myself in baby oil and lay topless in the scorching Australian sun for hours..... because I was ignorant of wrinkles and skin cancer and, well, 18. The nights were spent with reggae and bongos and making new friends and dancing around bonfires.
But these days, the beach means, recharging from the inside out with the scent and sound of waves, watching Miss 3 splash with the Mr as I lounge in partial shade with a book, swathed in a sarong or kaftan, sunglasses, and a big floppy hat (for which I'm still on the look-out after the demise of that last one). Later to sip a fruity herbal tea and people watch.
My ideal would include a change into something floaty & chunky turquoise beads, cushions, tapas, the tourists leaving for the day, laughter with friends lasting into the night, tealights, rekindled romance,
watching the sunset with a vodka-on-ice in hand, a stranger turning up to strum his guitar, or Santana softly playing in the background (live of course, well, it is my dream scenario).....
Sun is shining. Weather is sweet.
Make you wanna move your dancing feet.
What does your dream Summer day include?