Ethereal

Text corrupt so this is my memory of the day.

I headed into Ilkley on the train without my camera, knowing I wasn't going to find a photo on my travels.

As I go off the train, I heard the most beautiful of sounds floating around the station. A I walked towards the exit, I came across this lady playing the harp. The sounds gave me a good feeling that I can remember nearly two years later as I correct the corrupt text.

I scrabbled for my iPhone and asked her if I could take her photo. She happily obliged.