It's that time of the year when the sun is about a little more often than usual and the chances of the less hirsute amongst us have the perennial challenge on how to keep the rays from turning exposed skin into a colour akin to cooked lobster. With other body parts it is easy enough to cover and any extremities can be lathered in sun screens with a bewildering amount of protection factors (SPF). I am one of the dark haired northern Europeans that has a tendency to burn quickly but not take on that exotic look of the bronzed Adonis. Apart from not actually having an Adonis like figure, I simply go pink and then it peels and I am white again. To counter this I use an SPF50 sun screen that ensures that even in the Mediterranean or the Arizona desert I return home after two weeks looking pretty much the same skin hue as before I went. But the head's always a problem. I have any number of baseball caps. In fact I have a huge collection of baseball c...