Hitched

In true girlie fashion none of us can decide what to wear to the wedding, we’ve all brought two options. So after what might have been a leisurely breakfast if it weren’t for the precision removal of food by the waiting staff at 10.30am on the dot, we do the tour of each other’s rooms giving views and advice.

David defies expectation by being on time (and also, bless him, coming via Sally’s to pick up my niece’s present – brownie points all round) and we leave for the church.

Now I’m not much of a wedding person (they nearly all seem to end in children or divorce and if you’re really unlucky, both), but I can’t remember having been to one where there was quite such a feeling of genuine warmth and well wishing for the couple in question.

Pab scrubbed up well and Emma simply shone with gorgeousness. The rather excellent photographer has put some photos up on his blog here, of which the above is one. The reception was easy-going and relaxed and the best man’s speech, consisting of Pab’s ‘unpublished’ blog entries, was inspired.

Returned to normal clothing, the newly wed pair were waved off for a romantic honeymoon of walking and youth hostels. Mad as hatters, but very lovely. As I say, I’m not much of a wedding person, but this wonderful couple of people find me making an exception to that rule.

To the bride and groom…chink.