Harrington Gardens, South Kensington.
My husband, Mr. Dot, had just gone ahead to pick up some almond oil at Waitrose (It's great for the skin, did you know that? But they don't sell it there, only at Sainsbury's). Ah, the joys of modern communication: he called me to say 'get your camera out' just as this girl was approaching. I just got the one shot and turned, thinking of running after her, but I let her go.
I love the combination of floaty nude coloured frocks with jewelry and bare legs and Doc Martins. IF it's done right. And this time, I feel it is. Don't you agree?