Of Weddings

I'm 38,000 feet over Massacheusetts as I type this, bound from Gatwick to Houston aboard British Airways flight 2027. We've still 3 hours left to run, so following a nice afternoon nap I thought I would have a chat to you all.

The trip to the UK for Tom and Lindi's wedding was great, the wedding itself was a fantastic success, with both the main characters showing up on time and in great form! After months of sustained rain in the UK, the weather relented and we had a superb day, with completely clear blue skies, and temperatures in the upper 20's (that's in Celsius for you Yanks...)



The day before the wedding, after trying on the fancy dress provided by Moss Bros., we headed to the local pub for a beer or two, and thence to the rehersal at the church where we were instructed in the minutiae of the service itself. It involved a lot of ushering people around, moving to certain places, in a certain order with certain people. This was very complicated. I was mosty worried about getting up to the pulpit to give a reading without tripping over my own feet, the pew, the kneeley mat things, the flowers, the steps or the bride.

After the rehersal, we headed to the pub (yes again, but we were told to by the God bloke (Canon I think)). Dave (best man) spent a while scaring Lindi with potential material for his speech, and Lindi scared him back by informing him he was to be Master of Ceremonies, a duty until this point, unallocated.

A couple of beers later, we headed back to The Swan, where the Clayton Brothers were staying, along with the Garveys (The Germans!). We sat outside enjoying the superb weather and more beer was consumed until midnight, when an early night was had by all to prepare for the big day on Saturday.

After leaving breakfast until the last minute (10 to 10!), I stuffed myself with bacon sandwiches (that's decent bacon for you Yanks!) and had a bit of a wander round the little village we were staying in. It was all very English, with a village green, pubs, a church and narrow roads with tunnel-like vegetation closing you in. There was even a Foot and Mouth outbreak barely 10 minutes away just to complete the picture of rural England.

Labels: england, Travel, wedding

posted by Sam @ 2:25 PM