>> Can you totally tell that I'm complete out of my depth and out of place on Huntingdon Beach. This is well and truly the land of washboard stomachs (both guys and gals), brown (yet never orange…) tans and hair that perpetually looks sunkissed and shiny. I must have been the only one there wearing more than one layer. Then again, if I had it, I'd flaunt it too. Instead of a hot bod, my 'it' therefore became lots of layers of orange as a nod to my Orange County surroundings (not gonna lie, scenes of Ryan, Marissa et co. kept flashing back). My orange lollipop outfit was pepped up by some Pura Vida bracelets that I bought at the US Open of Surfing event after being fed some story about Costa Rica cottage industry and a pair of United Nude sandals with rainbow straps that make lovely welts on my feet. All in all, I'm totally adhering to the manners and practises of an uncomfortable and slightly awkward English person on a beach, complete with lobster-red patches on my back (again, English repression meant I couldn't quite muster up courage to ask someone to rub suntan lotion down the back…).
**EDIT** This is what happens when the other half isn't here to zoom into my chest area to do a couple of shots. The Whistles swimsuit hasn't got a polka dot pattern but has in fact got little rounded hearts all over that are less cutesy than yer average hearts. Afterall, you don't want to give off the wrong impression with mega STRAIGHT, regularly spaced hearts. Better to have rounded fluttery ones that are just a little bit hard to pinpoint.