Jane Gilbert Catwalks the Dog Walk

Whenever I see Jane, and it’s usually early in the morning in Railway Land on a dog walk, she is always a delight to see

One morning in August she wore a shimmering apricot shift, never seen anything so stunning and so perfect for a summer’s day. But like the time I missed the heron that flew right over my head and the pair of kingfishers perched on a fence by the river, I had no camera at the ready

Today I did. Today I was so taken by the baby pink hat, fuschia trousers, leather jacket and teal handbag that I asked her to stop for a moment and let me photograph her.

When I walk MY dog I sort of hope no one will see me. Jane was rocking it, she can’t help it.

Everything I’ve seen her wear, and admired, has been bought from a charity shop. Individual style is at its best when it’s at its truest which is so often when it’s at its most eclectic.

Grace, perfectly named.

Grace, the magenta of her collar, a perfect fusion of the satiny stipe down the leg of the Jane’s trousers and the dark pink of the material, is about as perfect an accessory as its possible to be.