La Galère

This is one of the most magic places in the world to me. It fills me with a sense of calm, the outside world ceases to exist and I am blissfully happy. Days spent tanning, swimming, eating well, drinking copious cocktails, and always excellent godsisterly company, it's the kind of place you never want to leave. The time spent there always seems to go by much too fast, but at the same time three revitalising days energise you in such a way that it feels like a month. I don't really know how to explain what this place does to me, to my insides, to my heart.

Every hour of the day here holds some kind of magic in the light and the way it hits the water, the rocks, the trees, the island. 

morning

lunch

dusk

sunset

full moon 

In between waxing lyrical on how amazing everything is, and the ridiculousness of whining about irrelevant things like "oh god, it hurts my arms so much to have to hold my book up like this, but I simply cannot roll over- I'm not ready to tan my back yet" - there is the obligatory sillyness and excessive drinking -

our basket of essentials - suncream, tanning lotion, leg knives (pink), underwater camera casing for the waterproofing of certain goods on swimming trips (revitalising kit-kats and such) 

Dermot 'edward cullen from Twilight' Ryan ready for the swim

day time drinking is totes acceptable 

but we also enlighten our minds on global affairs...while drinking and tanning

we make poses in fluorescent tops, like awesomesauce douchebags

D does thoughtful looking day-drinking

We take our baby-foot tournaments very seriously. 

But not as seriously as we take our tanning/intercostals.

' The Triple Cherry'

' Dermot's Disaster ' (actually delicious)

After Cocktail hour we are good children and have communal tooth-brushing and get to bed at respectable hours. 

 Peace&Love&Intercostals