Female friendships are fucking extraordinary

There’s nothing quite like spending four days abroad, in very close proximity to ten other women. Some of these beauties I’d never met before, and others I’m lucky enough to have had in my life for years. 

I think it’s a testament to us all, but most importantly a testament to our beautiful Claire, that we “holiday-ed” as seamlessly, effortlessly and fabulously as we did. We laughed until our bellies ached, danced like not a sinner was watching, nearly got ourselves killed a few times crossing roads, cycled for a few hours to earn some booze on a bike, Sparty’d the limbs off ourselves, took a combined total of ten thousand photographs, and consumed copious amounts of delicious food and cocktails. It’s been both refreshing and heartwarming to spend time with these women who have many differences, but even more similarities. Bonding with people I otherwise would never have met was an absolute privilege. 

I’ve now exceeded a tolerable level of sentimentality, and so, in the words of Kiera Knightley; “Female friendships are fucking extraordinary” ✨