New Paintings Still Wet

It felt a little strange, almost voyeuristic to be perched up in the rocks at the back of the beach, wrapped up in a trapper hat, scarf and padded jacket looking down on a fairly bright day with a temperature of perhaps 13-14 C but a nasty windchill from a fresh northerly wind, looking down on bikini clad lovelies and their hunks getting tans. Amazingly some of them were a bit brown. Perhaps my personal debate about whether this had much to do with the very limited rays on offer or whether it all came from a bottle or a tanning studio might have affected my concentration, but it was still a fun afternoon. Curiously I recognised some of the people from the beach in the pub later and they were all wrapped up in Puffa Jackets and Gilets looking for all the world as if they had been skiing! Is it just me that is out of step to put clothes on to go out on a cold day and take them off to go indoors? Should I really have felt underdressed in shirtsleeves in a nice warm pub?