La Vie en Rose au Parie: The Journey

Midnight on Sunday night and Megan and I were pounding the streets on Nottingham. Not an altogether unfamiliar sight but this time without our clutch bags and instead with suitcases. We had spent the last two hours in my room, certain we had forgotten something and desperately trying to cram as much food into our hand luggage as physically possible.

Meeting all the girls outside the Bonington building was when the excitement really started to build up. Everyone was there half dressed in their pjs and half in their finest outerwear carrying designers handbags on one arm and pillows and blankets in the others. The best fashion contradictions ever.

The journey itself was pretty ghastly as coach journeys go but making it to the Channel Tunnel has to be considered an achievement after breaking down 20 minutes outside Nottingham. I think it was after the second stop on our way down to the coast when our driver insisted we all get off the coach whilst he took his 45 minute break that us girls realised we were going to be dependent on coffee for the week!