So when you get to 47, everything shows on your face. Every late night, every moment worrying over a poorly child, every stressful conversation...add in going to bed with soaking wet hair (hello gravity-defying barnet) and that's me today. So do I take to a darkened corner and apply multiple layers of Aldi's miracle £3.00 beauty serum? Hell do I. No! I take my camera and I go filming in the fields. And, because I ramble like a bunch of ramblers in national rambling week, I have to edit it with a blunt axe. I hope you'll get my drift.
