Our Sugar Blossom Fairies are a frightfully charming celebration of the Mexican Day of the Dead.
One's first instinct when glimpsing Rosalia sprawled on the ground might well be: "Eek! This poor woman's been assaulted and elaborately tortured! They even stole her shoes!"
However, you'd be wrong, as this sort of thing is quite common down Mexico way, at least once a year. Rosalia has just flown in from Guadalajara, and her wings are knackered, so she's just having a wee rest. She'll be fine in a minute.
And the shoes? One fell off over the Atlantic, the other over Falkirk. In neither case was any attempt at retrieval deemed wise.