The sun brings not only good weather but also guilt.
Why?
Because, back in the day, when it was sunny our parents told us to get outside and make use of the good weather.
Why?
Because that’s what their parents told them and so on and so forth all the way back to probably some English aristocrat who wanted some peace and quiet from his annoying kids.
So you suffer 45 minutes in a sweltering hot car to get to a packed beach where you sit there sweating and worrying about your stuff getting stolen, sand getting everywhere, and if you have enough sun cream on to avoid skin cancer, all the while wondering if you actually enjoy the beach or if you’re just going through all this hassle to appease a vague sense of wasting an opportunity.
