First week starting year 11 and (gasp!) GCSE's and there's already a party. I swear all of my friends have birthdays at the same time of year which means that for a while I shall be permanently skint. The first of us to turn 16 celebrated with a bunch of her closest girls, a log fire and some hay bails, not to mention a birthday cake oozing strawberries and cream, and a lot of cider. We camped in a field near her Grandma's so wellies were of course required. I have a bit of a thing for wellies and wanting a change from the typical hunter style bought these bold beauties in the vivienne westwood sale!