Every summer my town has a free day of music in the park. We drink cider and listen to reggae and climb trees.
We saw this wonderful woman whilst watching a reggae band. I see her all the time (last time wearing a red tartan maxi dress with multiple layers and a black tassly flamenco dancer shawl. She was in Marks and Sparks taking her intriguingly ordinarily dressed daughter clothes shopping)and always think how much I'd like to morph into beautiful and eccentric homage to her when I get older.
I'm actually quite scared of being old. Though this woman makes me feel a little better about it.
