In a world of grey commutes and drizzle, knowing the sunniest places matters less as a destination and more as a state of mind. We don’t need to move to the Isle of Wight to find light; we just need to remember that it exists somewhere, every day, waiting behind the clouds.
And on those inevitable rainy afternoons, picture this: somewhere along the English south coast, a patch of grass is warm, the sea is glittering, and someone is laughing with their face tilted to the sky. That someone could be you—next weekend, next month, or right now, in your imagination. Trust me, it helps.
