This weekend, I traded routine for revelry at the Cheshire Federation WI camping weekend, it was nothing short of glorious.
With the sun blazing at a balmy 30 degrees, the uniform of the weekend for me was crocs and muumuus. Not exactly high fashion, but absolutely high function. Anything heavier would’ve melted on impact.
Workshops filled the day, I took part in poo bag painting, some I led, and every moment buzzed with creativity and connection. I danced, I dressed as Viper from Top Gun (yes, really), and I laughed harder than I’ve laughed in ages. Old friends warmed my heart, new friends brightened my soul, and gin proved itself once again to be natures approved analgesia.
Now home, the only journeys I’ve made are to the bathroom and to fetch a drink. My bed is my fortress, and I expect it’ll stay that way for a few days. But truthfully? It was so worth it. A glorious slice of normality, surrounded by some of the best people imaginable.
WI women know how to bring joy, no matter the temperature. I’m sun-sizzled, soul-full, and grateful beyond words 💚
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