A photo diary of a weekend in the most beautifully French villa, Les Terraces, just outside Fayence with the most wonderful group of girls.
This was in fact a hen weekend but not as we know them… Yes, there were games of pass the parcel and guess the knickers and an illuminating Mr & Mrs quiz but mostly this was a whole lot of lounging round that pool with endless cocktails and stories and inhaling big like a creeper every time I passed this wall of jasmine and barbecues and alfresco dining and making new friends and crying like a mama loser when I video called my baby (who even am I?) and fresh croissants every day and fully unashamedly embracing headbands and mentally planning the finer details of my early retirement to a villa in the South of France not unlike this one.
I think you can honestly say it has been an excellent weekend when you arrived with one friend and feel like you left with ten. Bring on the wedding…