This weekend I am going to a hen do… in the Peak District… with walking and sailing. I must admit, most of the last hurrah’s I usually attend involve Gucci, Grey Goose and guest lists, so the idea of going to a little cottage in the depths of the Northern wilderness and filling my weekend with outdoor pursuits is a little alien to me. But two days with my old school pals, gallons of fresh air and (hopefully) sunshine could be just the weekend I need. So I’m leaving the skimpy shift dress and skyscraper stilettos at home and instead my weekend bag is crammed with nautical stripes, linen shorts, vintage-inspired swimsuits and canvas plimsolls – oh and vodka. Some things are indispensible.
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