nourished from the inside out

By the warmth of my female friendships, the Medditerean sun and the fullness of sun ripened Italian produce. Indulged in female re-bonding, more laughter than you can cram in a beach bag, a plethora of Gelato favours.

So relaxed I can barely stand up straight. So happy the smile is etching wrinkles in my temples. Home now and whilst it can't compete with the castle and pad by the sea the holiday afforded, the high continues.

J x