My main memory of this day is the warmth and friendliness from Anna and Dan, and from everyone around them, which was the best contrast to the crazy wind. Some serious style going on here too, though my favourite guest outfit still belongs to Anna’s Grandma, who had the best glasses and a mischievous smile that made me want to adopt her on the spot.
Also the first time I’ve seen a wedding car pull in to fill up on petrol – though in all fairness the driver was buying time. I was riding in the back-up vehicle and our ancient but lovely convoy somehow managed to overtake the double decker bus full of guests on the way to the church. Even with the pit stop, we still beat them down the narrow lane to St Edwen’s, and Anna had to hide in the old coal shed while they all ran into the tiny stone church. I remember her face beaming in the darkness.
I don’t know if there’s a link between wild weather and wild dance floors, but this day makes me think it’s definitely a thing. Though I suspect this lot would have the best party in whatever forecast you could throw at them. Oh, and look out for the ingenious dance floor restyle… turns out if your dress is ever catching in your heels when you’re trying to dance, all you need is a couple of resourceful mates and a belt!
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