This editorial lets me overlook my sometimes blinding hate for beaches (I just don't get the combination of sunburn, the willing immersion into freezing and dirty water, salt-water attacking your eyes, unwanted exposure to private body parts by the more callous of beach-goers, the risk of having your own dingly-dangly bits escaping from flimsy bikinis and greeting the entire beach, the threat of sharks/jellyfish/drowning/getting swept out to see and being forced to eat your own left hand, eating sand-encrusted ice creams and the rank change rooms). Summer and beaches just aren't my thing. Before you run towards me ready to hurl your laptops and desktop computers - I never said I don't enjoy sunshine. I love sunshine. But there's a difference between a lovely, sunny day and a whole season of gut-wrenching, eyeball-melting, suffocating heat.
But, beaches and cold weather. I've never really sat down and properly considered that pairing. These pictures make me want to wear a white dress, sit on a deserted beach on a windy and rainy day and just pretend for a while as though I don't completely hate beaches and the torrent of excuses I give to everyone when I am inevitably invited to partake in sun and sand hedonism in the summertime.