A girl’s night out

Lying here on my bed in the Quairading Hotel after day two in the saddle. I feel like I’m on school camp. There is a gaggle of women who’ve come in from all around the region for a golf tournament dinner at the local golf club. They’re busily getting ready traipsing up and down the corridor, in and out of each others rooms, borrowing lippy and admiring each others ‘bad bridesmaid’ dress up outfits they’re all donning. One group of women looked like they made their outfits from a 1970s bedspread and they blended with the wall paper beautifully. Paul became the stand-in groom for the photo shoot. They wanted to take him with them.