I remember when a girls weekend away involved getting roaring drunk by 11am, snogging strange boys, eating breakfast after noon and dinner at about 2am. It always featured a fight, some karaoke, a touch of disco dancing and preferably some recreational pharmaceuticals.
My, how things have changed.
Now it involves breakfast before 9am, whole sandcastle villages being built, icecream at regular intervals, dinner at 6pm involving vegetables, a few games of cards then bed by 9pm....
Here are some snaps to prove that in one small pocket of Kent, the sun shone all weekend.