This weekend I flew back to Adelaide for a very dear friend’s Hens weekend. Admittedly I was a little nervous flying by myself, afraid that I would miss my flight home because the timing was pretty tight. But it turned out that my Sunday afternoon flight was cancelled and I took the option of an evening flight which made everything much easier.
Flying in to Adelaide was lovely. Firstly, I was seated in an exit row so I was very glad we’d made it without me needing to operate the escape hatch! I had a window seat so I got great views of the city lights at night as we flew over. Though I wouldn’t necessarily be able to recognise my home city from an aerial viewpoint there was something comfortingly familiar about seeing all those sparkling lights in neat rows and straight lines. That’s very unlike the city we live in now! I wish I had a photo to show you but I couldn’t use my phone in the plane at that time.
My sister had taken the night off work so she could pick me up from the airport. Thanks sis! We had a fun night of snacks and a movie with a bit of catching up in between it all. In the morning Mum and Dad got home from Europe, where they’d been for a month. We caught up for about an hour, I saw photos and was given some gifts to fit into my carry on luggage, before I had to leave for the start of the hens weekend!
We started the weekend off with breakfast at the hen’s house with her mother, mother-in-law-to-be and the girls who were coming for the weekend.
Then we drove through the hills to the Barossa Valley, with the hen blindfolded all the way. She had no idea where we were going. I tried to drive gently.
We stopped at a few wineries for wine tasting, went to Maggie Beer’s Farm Shop, had a picnic lunch in a park and pizza dinner at a local restaurant, and played pool in a pub while attempting to fulfil the dares we’d given the hen. Our evening consisted of silly games, junk food and a Disney movie.
In the morning we went to another winery for wine tasting and then played croquet. That was one of the highlights for me. I’d never played croquet before and it’s not really like anything else. At our cafe lunch after the croquet we asked the hen some questions about how well she knew her fiancé and then called him to check. She passed!
The hen is a very dear friend to me and I’m so excited to see her getting ready for marriage and to be able to stand with her on their wedding day. I’m thankful for her friendship and the support she has always shown me and I so value that she trusts me so that I can support her also, particularly as she prepares for marriage. I’m looking forward to many more years of friendship with you, my friend!