Burning sunsation...

Why is it that two weeks ago, out in the plains of Phinda game reserve in South Africa looking for the thrill of an overnight kill by a lion, cheetah or leopard, did I have to cover up, like an exposed vampire, against the burning sun as it rose up over the distant ocean, when, two weeks later, that exact same sun that rose up over the River Thames did not have any effect against the cold that winter brings. No impact against my steamy breath or warmth against my skin as it ached against the icy breeze whilst I waited, not for the kill, but for the 22 bus that takes be to work...

Phinda sunrise, KZN South Africa