As a pale, pasty Scotsman, my relationship with sunscreen has been… complicated. Long story short, I’ve historically been guilty of not wearing it enough. I blame Scotland. In summer it rains, and during winter daylight hours are so scarce you’re lucky if you even see the sun. In Scotland no-one ever tells you to slip, slop, slap – let alone seek and slide.
So, living full-time in Australia, where the sun is an ever-present existential threat, has been something of a transition. I’m constantly underestimating how much sunscreen I need to apply and how often I need to reapply it. Crucially, I often forget to put any on in the first place.
I remember one especially egregious example. Years ago my parents were visiting from Scotland and – despite the…
