Summer is a big deal for me. It’s why I moved back to Spain, its why I chose Barcelona, a coastal city, over Madrid. It’s why I’ve been peeping at swimwear online way before spring sprung. I won’t lie, it’s was an enormous motivator in the gym all gloomy winter long. And now, June has arrived which mean the season officially has too. I have Ibiza house mixes playing on repeat, there are bikinis drying from every rail in both my bathrooms, a constant collection of sand sits by my front door alongside abandoned beach bags, dropped hastily as I run to the shower after a day by the sea. There are palm print pillows in place of my cosier furry winter ones. My air conditioner has been cranked back into motion. I’ve bought the more powerful deodorant, the dry oils and the beach hats. I track my tan rather obsessively, foolishly gleeful when I’m just a little bit browner and tomorrow afternoon, I am having my hair dyed a little lighter to match the airy way I feel. And my nails, they are white and will be until September. I don’t want cake but ice-cream, preferably dripping down my hands as I eat it under the pounding sun. Not a moment goes by when I’m working at my desk that I don’t viciously wish I was on a boat instead. In Barcelona, it’s the season of incessant, insane music festivals, the ongoing search for the best pool rooftop, the men with the 6 packs whistling from Barceloneta and spontaneous trips down the coast just because the sun is out. So, yeah sure my instagram grid showcases a lot of skin, but I’m probably wearing jeans only about once a week now. Coats and scarves feel like a dream ago and that is a mundane but beautiful thing that makes me smile regularly on these first days of summer. I guess, looking back, this winter was an especially hazy one, and as soon as the sun began to shine, my problems burnt away too. And so here’s to the season you know I love, let the adventures commence but with the clarity I for so long had lost. I tend to get too excited, carried away, too passionate and I’m not just referring to men, it’s an insanity that seems to operate seasonally too. Either way, I’m happy we are here, at the beginning of summer, June 2nd, which feels like a precipice of many great things to me. And happy to showcase this swimwear too, La Redoute have blown me away bikini-wise. They fit, they feel good, aren’t too fancy, practical enough for a rigorous swim but pretty enough for a cocktail. And affordable too, and so they should be, scraps of fabric to cover your privates shouldn’t be expensive , besides, it’s the vacation that counts most of all, right? I hope you all get one or many of those this year – and by those I mean both bikinis and trips away to sunny seas. It’s SUMMER, go buy both!