Picnics, rounders, short skirts and wine....
(And about fucking time)
(The girl on the left is Illustrate My Pillowcase)
A day spent celebrating femininity (or something like that) whilst ignoring the Masters and McMuffins with friends new, old, and forgotten.
Prowling the streets: the menaces of society wearing floral skirts and bearing rosé. And a cricket bat.
Avoid the cow pat and mark out a pitch with small piles of hay, and a victory glass on the fourth base, a true reward.
It's always nice to spend a day with people you love, rather than textbooks you hate.
If you can see me in the last photo..:
T; Paris... somewhere
Skirt; Topshop (again)
Shoes; Fat Face