The Hen walk
"We" decided that a walk was in order.
The wearing of a hat was mandatory. The fact that the sun was blazing down and we were all but cooked by the time we reached the top, meant nothing to the hens. They proudly sat atop of Camel hill, (Glas Bheinn) as if age and hormones didn't mean anything to them. I may have been the oldest to get to the top and the most vertically challenged, so perhaps that's why I struggled at the rear?
( Not the fact I am too unfit then?)
It was a fun and glorious walk and the views are well worth the effort.
The after walk caravan clean was uncalled for, but it had to be done.
The after caravan clean Hen party was great fun.
What goes on at a Hen Party................
Except, The wedding dress making competition.
That was truely hilarious.
We were given a bag with two large sheets of paper, selotape, scissors, white bin liners, silk flowers and a toilet roll.
Our classic greek godess style pleated paper skirt, with woven toilet roll neckline and platic bag vest was stunning.
It's just a pity you can hear the sales pitches for both dresses. Those girls are in the wrong jobs. Alan Sugar eat your heart out.