No, its not a typo – the Isle of Wight got renamed many moons ago, in favour of Swighty the goalkeeper. Who herself has also recently been named, in honour of her excellent weight-loss efforts to 'Slighty' Swighty….
But I digress.. Had a marv final weekend of singleton freedom on said golden Isle last weekend, with my hockey team, Aces. Who decked me out in a pink Hen sash, to complement the silvery ones given to two of the other team members who are having their own CP (Civil Partnership, for you non-hockey, so-behind-the-times Straighties) next month. Weatehr forecast said pissing down for 2 days, actual result – lovely sun. (So here's hoping the Lulworth forecast of 14 degrees and parky for Friday might yet turn out to be 17 degrees and Mr Sun with his hat on, coming out to play…)
Anyway – couple of photos to whet your whistles (oh dear, more hockey analogies). And no, before you ask, I didn't play in case I got hit in the chops pre-wedding, so just had to drink my bodyweight in lager top and Smirnoff Ice (still tragically de rigueur in the UK Tropics) while avoiding the blue WKDs that also seem to be hot to trot down south. And yes, the theme was 'Best of British' hence the gorgeous tats… (thats tats, not t*ts!)