A few years ago, four of my male friends and we spontaneously organised a visit into the Peak District. None of us is strictly Bear Grylls, but we packed some hiking boots, emptied Sainsbury’s and focused on 48 hours into the general backwoods of Derbyshire. We can’t quite keep in mind how exactly we created concept, but we clearly felt that investing a week-end in a lonely, rural cottage will be an essential action to take.
One thing fascinating occurred on that journey, although the routine ended up being pretty mundane. We spent the majority of the right time consuming and carefully humiliating one another, as you might expect. There clearly was a failed effort to prepare a beef Wellington and an incredibly ill-judged hike that ended having a trespassing incident that is unfortunate. But which wasn’t the level of things.
Though we had all been friends since university, we’d never ever been away together. It had been liberating to go out of London and deposit ourselves on a misty, north moor. As five guys sitting around a fireplace in the exact middle of nowhere, we somehow felt freer. Continue reading “We explore the challenges of contemporary friendships that are male”