I have a confession to make.

I covet red hair with a startling degree of desire; it is gorgeous and the curlier the better.

Which is why I was more than a little disappointed last week when my latest colouring adventure resulted in a dark plum, rather than the rosy terracotta promised.

Solace comes however, in the following beautiful distractions courtesy of Red Day in Breda, south Holland.

Thousands of red-heads converged on the city, the only criteria for attendance being that one must be blessed with natural red hair.

Is it not glorious?