A friend’s hens day at a spa could not have come at a better time – on Saturday I got to soothe my aching muscles by swimming, getting a massage and lounging in the hot tub or just out in the sun.
It was an incredibly sunny day in a beautiful place with friends old and new. By the time we got into the taxi at 8pm to come back to London, I felt like I had had a glorious holiday somewhere far away.
Cliveden House is a famous place, by the way. It used to be the meeting place for politicians in the 20s and 30s (Wikipedia says ‘political intellectuals’ but that’s a bit of a contradictory term in my opinion :), in the 60s it was the hotel where the then Secretary of State for War was getting to know the beautiful Christine Keeler (I’m sure everyone knows this photo of her).
The only hiccup to the day was the fact that it’s possible that we stopped a woman from getting proposed to. In the evening we took a boat ride which turned out to include a couple in addition to us. They probably though they’d be alone. He was extremely chatty the whole time (you know how some people talk a lot when they’re nervous), she didn’t say a word (she was probably the other type – the type that doesn’t talk when they’re nervous). They were both dressed up much more than is necessary for a little boat. If we did barge in on his plans to propose (apparently that boat ride is popular for those events), then ooops 🙂 I hope he found another time and place. Maybe the place that is famous for an affair isn’t the best for a proposal anyway 🙂