Festival

Shenanigans in the mirror pool as part of Bradford Festival.

Somehow 9yo persuaded me to go on a waltzer, which I had previously sworn to myself would be a once in a lifetime experience (that once being Spanish City, Whitley Bay circa 1994).

I survived, as did she. Indeed I of course had to pretend to be having the time of my life. Half an hour later, when I realised I'd lost my phone, I knew where to go to find it.

I need a lie down.