The traditional Champagne Breakfast

I should leave this post until I feel better.  My mind is on my sore throat.   A self inflicted sore throat I must add.  I never thought the day would come when I would suffer from too much talking, laughing and cheering.

 

 

We gathered at a holiday property just out of Waipu Cove,  for a Champagne Breakfast, a tradition amongst the females who worked together at a dairy factory 20 0dd years ago.    The shooting season opens in New Zealand on the first Saturday in May and this outgoing bunch of girls decided why should the men have all the fun.   Back then we knew how to party!   Nowadays, it is about catching up on each other’s lives, chatting and laughter.

 It wasn’t all sitting and standing around, there were games.   Some involved team tactics (who got hold of my camera?), others  that involved running.  Yes, somehow the madness of the moment got to me and I agreed to run.  OK, I admit my team came last in that event. 

 

The day continued into the night but I don’t want to put my relationship with this great  bunch of old friends at risk so there are no more photos from about this point on.  As Shakespeare said, “ 'The better part of valour is discretion; in the which better part I have saved my life.' 

Thanks to Chris, who was the sober safe driver for Twink and I, and who provided us with a bed for the night.  My throat might be sore but I’m still smiling!