I’m not a hugely sentimental person, I’m lucky to have enough amazing memories to last me a lifetime but every now and again I come across something that reminds me of a great time that I just can’t throw away. Last weekend as I cleared my room out in preparation for my new furniture’s arrival I stumbled across this little box of memories that was hidden under my bed. Here’s what I found: This was my first ever week-long school trip during secondary school and it was a PGL holiday to the south of France. I don’t think I have ever enjoyed a trip...