Today was amazing.
We installed the second flag on the Arbourthorne summit. We claimed it for the Sheffield Publicity Department.
It looked exactly how we imagined it would. It's probably gone by now. But it doesn't matter. (It does a bit. We really didn't want to leave it).
The flag-pole was made out of found wood, from a forest floor. The flag itself was stitched by the fair hand of Kirsteen, from Syd and Mallorys.
All these lovely photos are by Gemma Thorpe.
On the way down, we turned to see the flag through the grass, flickering in the wind. We stood watching it for ages. It was bloody beautiful. Bloody beautiful. It doesn't get better than this.
Today was a day when living in Sheffield felt just right.