Secret Garden

One of the best things about Lausanne and what makes the prospect of leaving some day so difficult is moving away from our friends. It is going to happen someday, we all know that. We just do not know when exactly, and we all know we do not want to be the last ones standing. There is a six month rule in place whereby anybody departing must give a six month notice period. Having worked a six-month notice period previously, I know how tough that is, but this is more important than that.

Some of our most memorable trips have been together as a group. Barcelona, London, Carolina, Nova Scotia, and Madrid have all been fantastic trips which everybody will remember.  There have been a couple of weddings along the way, and there are a couple more to go. Sharing these moments, these trips with our fab group of friends, is special, and I know they will stick in my memory.

There is one place which is special to HJ and me. I planned a surprise trip to St Tropez when we were studying together over Easter 2006. Hannah was desperately trying to woo me, and I was just playing it cool as always, but thought I’d whisk here away somewhere pleasant. I have no real idea why I came up with this place, but I just felt my hot girlfriend at the time would enjoy it and it looked the ideal place to relax. As with virtually all trips we make socially, it was worth spending the time to read the reviews of all hotels and find the best place, and I stumbled across a gem.

The first place we ever went together was a filthy and romantic weekend in Leeds. Filthy because it was -5c and HJ’s eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw what some of the ladies were wearing on a night out. I thought they were overdressed personally. And romantic because it was Leeds. Ok, perhaps that is still part of the filthy bit - I cannot quite blag that any more after many of our friends visited Leeds on my stag do. But it was around the birth of my adorable niece and for that reason, along with it being the first trip with HJ, it made it memorable to me.

The first more exotic trip was St Tropez however. We have been virtually every year since, and sometimes a couple of times each year…….every time we have been to the same hotel. When we went after I finished working at the Euros in June, it may have been our ninth or tenth time there. The staff in the hotel are exactly the same as when we first went there and most of them know us now. It took a while, and it is certainly cliquey….picture us turning up the first time with our backpacks….they had to drop the value of the rooms that weekend due to us lowering the standard. Our last visit was memorable because of my friend behind the bar. I have had lengthy discussions with him the last couple of times I have been. He is a good looking, smooth French chap, and if one was inclined that way, he would be a dreamboat. However, he has the memory of a sieve and should have been born 190cm, blonde, and with crazy heels. I ask for a cheeky beer, and he asks if we have ever been to St Tropez before. I reply yes. He says, ‘…but this hotel?’ I reply yes, only eight times. No clue but quite funny really.

It kind of feels like spending time in a French version of Gossip Girl. Hard to describe unless you see it. Needless to say that Burns and I keep ourselves to ourselves and largely stay clear of the Chucks and Serenas…..that reference was included for a number of my Gossip Girl fan readers….I’ve never seen it myself. It is however a special place because it is our place. It is a place we’ve never been with any others. It is a place we have come to know well, and enjoy. It is a place that had the first time we visited been a bad experience, we may never have gone again. It is a place that we made a pact on – that we will never go with anybody else. There is something magic about that.