Bravo bravo. Very sensible and wholesome.

I did something quite similar though with a twist and a bit more company.

I hired out a sprawling place in the Cotswolds for a week and invited my nearest and dearest friends for a week of nostalgia and memories from our youth, amazing food and music, rambling and conversation, plus shit loads of drugs, mainly MDMA but coke and a specific acid ramble too. My first in a long time too.

Two rules: No kids. No work chat.

There was a hardcore contingent who came for the first three days. For this bunch it was the acid trip across the fields to a huge arboretum. Our wonder at Mother Nature was truly reignited and we giggled like little kids.

When the others joined we all brought out old photos, poetry and other musings we’d written in our youth. One friend even printed out the emails we had sent each other while at university, when email was just becoming a thing and we were working out how to use it. There were speeches and tomfoolery. Lots of dancing, blubbing and blabbing and confessing and gushing.

I called it all ‘The Week of Wonder’. It was specifically designed - and people were explicitly invited with a view - to reconnect us all with our youthful selves, so we could carry them on into the next stage.

It was incredibly healing and rejuvenated all of us, each in different ways. By god you need it at that stage in life!