Recently I've been thinking about the sunshine and how much better everything feels within its rays. A sun-daze if you will. Everything illuminated, everything rose tinted. In England warm weather is forever fleeting, but always appreciated. I had a week off work a couple of weeks ago, and I was extremely lucky for the temperature to be consistently gorgeous. It was such a lovely, bloody knackering week, during which I jetted around the North and sank a few too many bevvies in beer gardens with bare legs. I also went glamping and slept exposed to the elements in a see-through woodland unidome (which I'll post with more detail soon) at a place in North Yorkshire called Camp Katur. I quite literally arose to the sun on my face, and a squirrel knocking on the wall by my head.
The sunshine and my social media feeds have had me thinking about the eternal state of soleil, California. This week I read Joan Didion's Notes from California, watched Love & Mercy, the California-centric Brian Wilson biopic starring Paul Dano (who I love), and FINALLY viewed the finale of Mad Men. I won't ruin it, but Don Draper "Ohmmm"ing in the Californian canyons is an image I will never forget.
This week I've been listening to/loving This is the Kit, and Emma Gannon's Ctrl Alt Delete podcast, on which she chats to amazing women about growing up in the age of social media. I've also been listening to The Children of Pet Sounds with Kate Puckrik - another nod to B.Wils.
I've been reading The Glossary of Happiness, which made me very happy indeed. Especially being introduced to the word utepils "(Norwegian [means] “a beer that is enjoyed outside . . . particularly on the first hot day of the year”)." I can safely say I've had my first 2016 utepil.
Fingers crossed the sunshine's here to stay