We're off to visit our friends at their cottage for the weekend.
The weather report is for sunny skies so I'm hoping we can sit by the beach, play in the water and maybe I'll even get a little colour on my pasty legs while we're there.
I know I'm no longer supposed to suntan but I still do. I put lotion on to make sure I don't burn but I must admit the season for sunning is so short here I do try and get a little colour while I can.
My eldest daughter on the other hand does everything she can to avoid getting a tan.
I know her way is healthier but I still remember laying out sun tanning with my friends when I was her age.
My friends and I would slather ourselves with baby oil, and then we would stretch out on huge lengths of tin-foil and bake in the hot sun all day long while we read trashy novels.
Yes, I will probably be diagnosed with skin cancer in a few years.
But ah, the memories.
And you know what? I really do look better with a tan.
Sad, but true.