Glitter-gasm! It’s Mark Bolans Scarecrow Grandad!!
slowly regenerating after a bonkers fun weekend ‘commuting’ to bimble
these the only photos i managed to take… and a lovely one of daughter on downs (just so i don’t appear too solipsistic)
face paint by heather, took several ingots worth to gild my beatiful and wrinkled visage
particularly after a night of bamboozle boogie-ing till a most crepuscular dawn
thanks to all the various posses that adopted me, the immense blue of the sky above, the musicians, the golden yellow fields, friends old …and new
and to all those that funky mosh flamencoed with me down the front. gr-oo-ooooo-vy
your beautiful! x
