People's Day

My patch represents one really memorable People's Day. I had moved to Manchester, but was back home for a visit and went to People's Day with my friend Marsha. My overriding memories of the day are that it was boiling hot, the sun shone in the sky and on the unmown lawns, summer flowers were all around.

We sat on a slope and looked at all the tents and marquees, whilst my friend's toddler rolled down the hills and ran up them again, and again, and again. It felt like a mini festival, without mud, and in a totally familiar environment.