Splayed fingers in green grass

Dear Heart,
Siân will be angry that I've blipped her face two days in a row, but it's really her own fault for looking so beautiful.
My skin smells of the sun again, which means things will be better. We stocked up on sandwiches and fizzy pop and sat on a blanket in Bute, playing Snap and catching grapes in our mouths.
Pearls.
Love, Lydia x