Echo Beach

In the previous post I linked to all of the fabulous women of the Queen's Birthday Long Weekend Sewjourn Extravaganza. I shall start our story from the end, I think, it just seems to make more sense in an odd way. I guess that when you spend three nights and 4 days with a group of women that you don't know very well (as it was in my case) there's a remarkable difference between the first afternoon when you shyly smile at them and hope that they like you, to the last afternoon when you're listening to this song very very loud, twice, while dancing around the kitchen with them.