I’ve always enjoyed the sun. I’m a child of the '70s and '80s – the days you’d fry your skin on the sun lounger for the sake of a deep tan. At the start of the new school year, my post-holiday tan lines were my badges of honour. I remember showing them off proudly to my friends who were all jealous of how dark my skin had turned since the end of term.
Fast forward to my twenties: after becoming a beauty editor, I quickly learned how damaging the sun is to our skin, so I became more mindful with my approach. While I’d always used suncream in my childhood, the factors barely crept above SPF 15, but in my twenties they began to increase. And the older I got, the higher the factor on my best facial sunscreen climbed.
