Too much sun?

In the winter, if you blinked you risked missing the daily ration of sunlight. Dawn was late and sunset was early. The winter was darker than Darth Vader. As the months edge closer to summer, the sun is making more frequent appearances in Leeds. It hadn't occurred to me that when the summer came, the days would elongate far beyond what I was used to. Almost overnight, I was thrust into the land of perpetual day, where I woke to daylight and darkness did not descend until 9pm. The sun became more frequent, although not nearly as regular as one might hope, and very rarely accompanied by any semblance of warmth.

Though the irregularity of the English weather was new to me, the rest of British society had adjusted. Due to shyness of the English sun, British girls took to fake tanning. However, this trend reached a level that is neither attractive nor logical. Even if you lived outside and basked in every brief moment of sunshine, there is no way you could naturally turn munchkin-orange in the English weather. It was bad in the winter, but apparently any semblance of sun warrants extra applications of tanning lotion. I now live in the land of bleach blond female carrots.