The Morning After

This greeted me when I picked Betsy up from her sleepover. Ruined cake, the remnants of a massive feast, burnt down candles, straggling fairy lights and Betsy and Saskia's ukuleles perched in a ray of sunshine.

They all slept in a bell tent (and its nearly October!) but Betsy said she had an amazing nights sleep, and they all slept in until gone eight.