Birthday boozer in the New Forest

25 April 2017


Oi oi. So I just got back from a 10/10 weekend in the most beautiful little cabin in the New Forest for my gawj Sophie's 27th birthday. To give you a summary of how this weekend went I'll say this: we definitely put the 'hang' in hanging out...but, boy oh boy oh boy, did we put that 'hang' a little more forcefully into 'hangover', 'hanging eachother out to dry' and 'hanging our heads in alcohol-induced shame'. 

If it's true what they say about laughter being good for the soul, then my soul is currently sipping on a mojito in the carribean eating grapes from the hands of a ravishing, tanned muscle-man wearing nothing but a loin cloth. He looks like a mash up between Justin Bieber, Beck's and Brad Pitt-fight-club-era. And he has impeccable fingernails. That's how good my soul is right now. 
























 







 






I am now left with happy visions of dancing around to Pochahontas at two in the morning, trying not to wet myself over Mark's dedication to the "Act It Out" round of Head's Up, and, finally, mourning the way in which Recovery From a Sesh used to be one lucozade and a packet of pringles away...but is now a whole 2 days spent horizontal, not getting dressed and eating all the food. Damn you, aging process.

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Snowdonia - part i

17 April 2017


Despite gale-force winds, grey skies and pretty much 72 hours of unrelenting rain; Wales managed to remain a truly beautiful specimen of a landscape. What's more, Mikey did that thing again where he managed to find such an absolute corker of a place to stay that you didn’t actually want to go outside for any part of the trip (ahem, Berlin). We did, however, drag ourselves up Snowdon - which was really worth the £25 each because damn, I’m sure the view was really lovely behind all the blinding fog and heavier-than-dwayn-the-rock-johnson-rain. Sidenote: don't visit Wales in April if you'd actually like to see anything and/or remain dry. Bad seasonal choices were made.

In other news, I now fully understand why there are so many jokes about welsh people and sheep. For real, having seen first-hand that the sheep:human ratio is approximately 100:1*, I can tell ewe that if you're into sheep thrills, Wales will be a shear delight (...I'm sorry).
*just googled this because I’m a big fan of the old random stat and apparently the real ratio is 3:1. Shockingly unimpressive. Where are all these Welsh people hiding?! LIES.

Anyway, we are planning on revisiting Wales in the summer when we might finally be treated to some sunlight and mountain views. We might also just sack it off and go to Barcelona instead because, y'know, options.

























See what I mean about the location?! I just don't know how Mikey does it. Anyway, I hope you've all had a truly beautiful Easter weekend and are as sufficiently stuffed to the brim with chocolate as I am. Hands up who else is now on a self-imposed chocolate ban until 2020?! I don't think I could physically eat one more chunk, even if you paid me (read: probably could). 

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