Riders On The Storm

I've never been near a horse but I've been hankering after a pair of jodhpurs for a while. Perhaps it's my obsession with India and the days of the Raj. I can just envisage myself reclining on a shady terrace on a little wooden bungalow in Shimla whilst a wallah brings me pitchers of ice cold Bombay Sapphire with Indian tonic water.

My wish came true today when, at a somewhat muddy car boot sale, I retrieved these beauties from a battered cardboard box. It was love at first sight and my pound coin was handed over without any attempt at haggling.

The whip-stitched suede patches and adjustable velcro hems are to die for and as for the buttons...perfection on a plate.

I'm wearing them with lace tights, thrifted heeled brogues and an Edwardian looking pussy-bow jacket I snapped up the other Friday for less than £2. The vintage leather gloves were jumble sale finds.

I've partially put my hair up in a topknot. Mum found the fascinator in a clearance bin. The jet earrings were from a charity shop.

I also managed to find the perfect quirky shade for my vintage horse head lamp. It was 50p and sets the beauty off a treat.