📍Sherwood Forest, Nottinghamshire
‘The clearest way into the Universe is through the forest’ – John Muir.
Friday 2nd February 2018 was my 24th birthday. I woke up early, opened my cards, headed to the salon to get my nails done and then went on a mini adventure with some of my bestest gal friends. I decided a cosy cabin in the forest was the only way to spend my birthday this year and I was absolutely right. So right, I think it may have to be a tradition. We booked our trip through Hoseasons who are based all over the UK and can pretty much find you a cabin holiday wherever you want.
Let me start with the road trip. Contrary to belief, putting five close friends in a car for a two hour journey does in fact turn into an early 2000’s chick-flick. Think Britney Spears in Crossroads singing If It Makes You Happy by Sheryl Crow. I’m not exactly proud of my awful singing on the Snapchats and Instagram stories but, ironically, it set the perfect tone for the weekend.
Our Friday evening was spent eating homemade pizza, drinking gin and champagne and surrounded by balloons. We listened to music, played charades, ‘Who Am I?’ and Cards Against Humanity. Let’s just say it got dark and twisted very quickly. It was, however, the most perfect birthday I’ve ever had.
Saturday morning was slow. And when I say slow, I don’t think we got dressed until past midday. We lay around and chilled, ate avocado on toast, drank coffee, educated each other on our favourite Disney characters and laughed at stupid inside jokes that no one else would find funny. Later that afternoon, we went for a walk around the lake of Rufford Abbey. It was a drizzly day but the fresh air was needed (to blow off the gin cobwebs from the night before). And, needless to say, we worked up an appetite. We later stocked up on a few more drinks and snacks and then headed back to the cabin for Mexican Night! (‘The only thing weird would be if someone didn’t like Mexican food because I’m making FAJITAS’) ((Judging everybody who doesn’t know what that quote is from)) (((Seriously)))). That evening, we drank a couple of more gins and watched Bridget Jones under a sea of duvets and pillows.
It was a lovely weekend and a lovely birthday with even lovelier people. Everyone chipped in cooking and cleaning up (I think I did the least though – sorry everyone! Birthday Prin over here), and it felt like a little family. Shoutout to my four fabulous ladies who made the weekend so special, making me laugh nonstop and for being absolute weirdos.
Here are some snaps: