These are my wonderful sibs. We're in the Yorkshire Moors near my dad and step mum's house. In a little while, the sun will set and light the heather in a blaze of gorgeousness while we ramble and joke and play in our special sibling way. For now, we're posing, which we don't all do naturally, but which we most definately tolerate once in a while for such a nice keepsake.
Note: isn't sib such a lovely word? It seems quite cuddly, like cub; quite playful, not formal. I like it.