Summer arrived in Manchester. There was one hot day when everyone put on the flip flops and stretched their arms skywards, blinking and bewildered at the shining sun. The pavements filled up with pale beings unused to that strange warm feeling on their skin, awkwardly shuffling along like Gollum. After months of drizzle and grey clouds I thought black leather wedges were a sensible choice for a hot day. Turns out they’re not.
Thanks to Lauren for the photos.