A few years back, four of my male friends and we spontaneously organised a visit into the Peak District. None of us is strictly Bear Grylls, but we stuffed some hiking boots, emptied Sainsbury’s and devoted to 48 hours within the wilderness that is relative of. We can’t quite keep in mind the way we created concept, but we demonstrably felt that investing a week-end in a lonely, rural cottage could be a significant move to make.
One thing fascinating occurred on that journey, although the routine ended up being pretty mundane. We invested a lot of the right time ingesting and carefully humiliating each other, while you might expect. There is a failed effort to prepare a beef Wellington and a very ill-judged hike that ended with a trespassing incident that is unfortunate. But which wasn’t the level of things.
We had never been away together though we had all been good friends since university. Continue reading “We explore the challenges of contemporary friendships that are male”