....And so to Devon for the weekend, for yet another wedding. Our old college friend, Patrick, and his lovely bride, Helen. Thanks to the wonderful world of retail and all weekend opening, Andy was unable to attend this one. Helen was splendidly lovely in red velvet, with hydrengeas for her bouquet...
This was a farm wedding, very informal, with homemade bunting, 'real ale' and scrumpy and enough food to sink a ship. It was a proper family occasion, and I was made to feel very welcome by complete strangers, who were generous enough to welcome me as one of Pat's friends and could not have been more hospitable.
The children had a face painter...
...and a bubble machine...
As the evening wore on, the barn dancing began, music provided by the Oggle Band, who called the dance steps. Their efforts to steer whoozy wedding guests into something resembling 'Strip the Willow' can only be applauded.
After the bridal couple left and the evening wound to a sleepy end, I found a few comfy hay bales and settled down for my own little adventure - sleeping in the dark and empty marquee. The generator was switched off, doors zipped up and the wedding was finally over. Within five minutes, I was asleep.
