The day before one goes on a beach holiday most people
attempt to detox a little bit - lose the fat that has built up over the winter,
the fat that noone except the person who really loves you needs to see and the
fat that a beach full of sunbathers certainly don’t want to see. Stop
drinking for a couple of days, so you show up to the beach in question, nice
and glow-ey, without looking like a government advert for what happens to
people who don’t exercise three times a week or consume their five fruit and
veg. Not The Boyfriend and I, no, we decided to hit Hawksmoor, a restaurant
with a menu packed with all the things that make you look ugly. Given The
Boyfriend and I’s incredible lack of willpower this was a mistake. The holiday
snaps from the five following days in Croatia are not quite as pretty as they
should have been but the two hours were completely worth it.
