Forever Young

This weekend I enjoyed the anual Green Man Festival in Pilton. With brilliant ska bands to skank to, as well as a number of stalls and even a parade, there was only one thing there I wanted.

I happily queued for an hour and a half with my 20-year-old sister for nothing less than a hair braid. Yes, we were up against a long queue of small children, but as long as the sun was shining our spirits were not dampened.

I am pleased to say it was all worth it and we both love our multicoloured strands. So much so in fact, we have made the decision to learn to do them ourselves.

So, if anyone's interested you'd better get in line!

Getting a braid done by uber cool French lady