Your holiday photos, issued the weather you deserved

Forty years of holidays have taught me the sky owes my family roughly six summers. This collects. Feed it the grey beach photo — same wet dog, same brave smiles — and the day is re-issued under the weather you were promised: proper light on the faces, shadows with edges, a sea with some self-respect. The people don't change, which is the point. You were having a good time; the sky just refused to document it. Tweak: 'golden hour, one hour before sunset'.