In need of shade. And shading.

Shortly after I asked him if I could take a shot of his back, he explained to me that the shading of his tattoo is not finished. He started it over a year ago but now he has to wait until "after Covid". 

Then I bumped into three generations of BSs (pronounciation Bee-Ess-Iz?) BS was indeed making a long anticipated return to the Forty Foot. Which was jam-packed and reminiscent of St Tropez in the 60s. Without the DSs (pronounciation Dee-Ess-Iz?), Gitanes, rosé wine in the ice bucket, snooty waiters. And tempatures well above 13 degrees Celsius...