There’s something distinct about a British heatwave’s effects on our skin and hair. Holidaying in Italy? Sophia Loren-levels of gorgeous. 30 degrees in France? Hand us a fan and call us Brigitte Bardot. Summer in London? A different story; a far less chic situation.
Perhaps it’s because us Britons aren’t designed for heatwaves — unless you’re a member of a certain tribe of man, those who’ll utilise any opportunity to go topless in public. It’s tough out here when the mercury hits 28 and over.
