Sol, sol, sol

In the last 48 hours, I've probably absorbed more sunlight than I normally see in six months. I looked in the mirror earlier and noticed my face, while not obviously burnt, looked a bit like I'd opened the door of a blast furnace and examined the contents for a second or two too long.

It took another litre of water before I felt well enough for a Heineken.

This is picture number seven. Bummer. That must mean it's time to go home.