Indi

My man is taking the teenage girls off to Hop Farm musical festival. It has been strange listening to Patti Smith and Lou Reed blaring from Isabella's bedroom in preparation for the concert today. I think my mother used to yell at me to turn down the very same music.

Both Indi and Isabella are in work boots and cut-offs. Isabella's father is under strict orders not to let them out of his sight for even a nano second. Not even a second!