AN UPDATE FROM THE BEACH HOUSE
Man Cave Night - Chapter I
As morning dawned on Thursday, January 26th there was a buzz of excitement in the air, tonight was the night we had all been waiting for -
The Second Annual Great Australian Oceanfront Holiday of Dreams Man Cave Night.
Finally we would have the rare opportunity to spend valuable time with the men we chose as our crushes.
@Oops... the very earliest of risers, had already made the mimosas, iced coffees and pots of English Breakfast tea whilst also ensuring the freshly baked Cros Onts, that had been delivered earlier, were keeping warm in the oven.
As usual,
@Namima,
@happyforest and I set out for our quiet sunrise walk along the white sandy beach, but
@Margo Polo, who was supposed to join us, seemed to be missing and we couldn’t help wondering aloud if she’d snuck out in the middle of the night in an attempt to locate the safe house where our man crushes were being guarded.
@Milking Keynes, who was up early too, had thoughtfully pan fried nineteen batches of brioche French toast and placed jars of homemade jams and marmalade along the large trestle table in the dining area.
Some of the other guests had begun to stir from their peaceful night’s sleep and they made their way into the kitchen.
Our trusty Captain,
@Miscanthus, with the help of
@Geranium,
@Hi there and
@Julia123 assembled platters of fresh fruit - sliced apples and pears, orange segments, cubed watermelon and cantaloupe, strawberries, blueberries, grapes and figs along with a selection of the finest Australian cheeses, small tubs of quince paste and a variety of breads.
Miscanthus had also picked some of my favourite native daisies and arranged them in vases around The Beach in House, and
@MichiganGal opened all the doors and windows to let the soothing sea air in, which made the net curtains dance in the breeze.
Our butler, Alistair, had made the long journey to Australia to spend some time away from home and help out around The Beach House since there were so many guests this year. He was British, clean cut, fairly easy on the eye, and seemed to be a nice enough person but he was not to be trusted with food preparation under any circumstances. I did look for a butler who came with a Royal Warrant - alas butlers are extremely difficult to come by these days, so Alistair would have to suffice.
Little Alistair arrived wearing a bizarre ginger coloured cashmere dressing gown and matching slippers, however, it took less than ten minutes to convince him that a t-shirt and a pair of shorts would be better suited to the climate and he’d also look far less ridiculous.
Upon returning from our walk, Namima, Happy Forest and I noticed a rather dishevelled looking Margo Polo suspiciously creeping up the front steps, but before we could ask where she had been, Oops appeared in the doorway to let me know that the Cros Onts couldn’t stay in the oven any longer, so it was time to wake the rest of the guests.
I quietly tiptoed out onto the verandah and gave
@becky bloomwood,
@Sofie,
@Maisie doats and
@nightmareonbondstreet (who had all moved their mattresses outside on the very first night) a gentle nudge and they sleepily followed me inside.
Just then Master Midnight came loudly crashing in through the back door (he’d spent the previous night at Freddy Next Door’s) and startled everyone else awake. He said good morning to everyone, gave me a kiss on the forehead, mumbled something about “The Crazy White Nightie Brigade” and much to my surprise, informed me that he’d be joining us for breakfast before he headed for the shower.
@Wophie decided we needed some music to accompany our breakfast, which is why a compilation of Taylor Swift’s greatest hits could be heard from the next town over.
You’re my my my my … LOVER!
We sat down at the long trestle table together and, unlike a certain someone who inhales their food like a starving hyena without waiting for anyone else, we took our time savouring this mouth watering breakfast, and the wonderful company we were in, happily talking amongst ourselves and making plans that would hopefully keep us occupied until 8:00pm.
WHAT A PERFECT START TO THE DAY!
As Oops, Milking Keynes, Hi There, Geranium and Julia had put so much effort into making such a beautiful breakfast,
@Ms.Chanandler Bong,
@Sofatsolazy1,
@Jessica.d and
@rosieposie16 offered to help me out with the monumental task of washing and drying all the dishes then putting them away.
After breakfast everybody showered and got changed into the most pahfekt loose bamboo cotton dresses. The weather forecast indicated it was going to be a warm 32°c so we didn’t want to wear anything too tight or clingy … in fact, we had all sized up to make sure we were as comfortable as possible.
As predicted, it was far too hot for
@Catlady1234 to wear every single piece of her expensive jewellery all day every day, so most of it was locked away in the safe. However, she could not be persuaded to part with her blinding 4 carat diamond earrings and two diamond rings that I can only assume she sold a kidney for.
Geranium stretched out on the porch swing and finished reading the leather bound copy of Agatha Christie’s ‘Peril At End House’.
Being our resident advisor for all things beauty related,
@K18 had given us some fabulous tips for the best ways in which to keep our hair healthy and our skin glowing.
@Peppypoopar, who was being an absolute trooper given she doesn’t do well at all in the heat, relaxed underneath the air conditioner and entertained us with her photo editing skills - this left us on the floor hyperventilating in fits of laughter.
It was still relatively mild outside at 10:30am, so our very bendy Miscanthus tied her long swishy hair up into a ponytail and set up the yoga mats that she’d brought with her on the dry sand for the guests who wanted to improve their flexibility -
@coconochanel,
@Labradork,
@muffintop13,
@Upintheair83,
@lifestooshort,
@MissKW,
@TheMushroom,
@CuriousCreature,
@The.world.has.gone.mad.,
@Queenofsaigon,
@Theyoungones,
@Lola.Petra @Maybeme and
@Britabroad very much enjoyed the impromptu class and when the time came to roll up their mats they were completely relaxed.
Master Midnight and Freddy Next Door were feeling generous (I suspect this was because they thought they would have The Beach House to themselves later - HA!) so they took the liberty of hiring some paddle boards from the surf shop for the guests who didn’t take part in the yoga class and wanted to do something a little more adventurous …
@Alleykat,
@Faisgaffe,
@Themoomoo,
@grannypinks,
@Don't Drink the Kool Aid,
@Graciewoo,
@Yungone @vaca74,
@Rachy24881,
@MadameS,
@0707.annemarie and
@MissPiggy44 loved the kindly gifted paddle boarding lesson, and despite the fact that everyone spent more time in the water than on their boards, they all agreed it was a very entertaining way to spend the morning.
@Hunevoque2 kept her promise and was happily providing French lessons to those who were interested -
@katiesmith81,
@CallMeHollywood,
@uhhuhyeahok,
@helenmoorhouse,
@Kaylovescosmetics and
@dins were practicing saying “Nuit de la Grotte de l’Homme” which I hope is the French translation for Man Cave Night.
Student Doctor
@Angeoudemon came prepared for an emergency. In a leather bag (that was definitely not Hermès) she’d packed approximately one hundred vials of different types of anti-venoms in case of spider or snake bites, and everything required to administer the life saving medications, thankfully they’d not been needed thus far.
As lunchtime approached Oops, Milking Keynes, Namima, Geranium, Happy Forest and myself began bustling away in the kitchen once again - plates of finger sandwiches, bowls of pasta salad, traditional garden salad, rocket and pear salad and potato salad, platters of Turkish bread with tzatziki, hummus, beetroot and taramasalata dips, and a huge charcuterie board were served buffet style so guests could help themselves. Ice cold mimosas, Aperol Spritzes, Negronis, Pimms, a selection of fresh juices and jugs of water were lined up on the kitchen island - some guests sat at the trestle table to eat their lunch, while others headed onto the verandah and made use of the outdoor dining setting.
It was just after 2:00pm, we had all eaten way too much food, and most of us were more than slightly tipsy thanks to the potency of Oops’ cocktails.
With the day heating up and knowing we had a late night ahead of us, the general consensus was that an afternoon nap would be a great idea.
Stay tuned for Chapter II