I hasten to add that my pyjamas are most respectable and the garden is not overlooked!
Well, in that case, why the pyjamas at all?
While I vastly prefer being in Cornwall to Spain at the moment, I do love the fact that in Spain no one can see onto the bedroom balcony. That means this type of weather would be (1) swim in pool, (2) come in and fill up a glass with ice and tinto de verano and (3) take off my wet swim suit and hang out on the sun lounger stark naked. Ahhh, sweet!
Between the balcony and the fact that only the nude beaches are dog-friendly year-round, never any tan lines in Spain for me!
