Maybe because I grew up in gloomy grey England, I cannot get enough of sunbeams. It’s the hereditary sun-worshipping syndrome–which explains why English tourists in this part of the world still look so happy when they are lobstery red and sunburnt.
Maybe because I grew up in gloomy grey England, I cannot get enough of sunbeams. It’s the hereditary sun-worshipping syndrome–which explains why English tourists in this part of the world still look so happy when they are lobstery red and sunburnt.
