The Wedding

Unaccustomed as I am to attending these ceremonies, I still find that I actually enjoy attending them. I know it’s a paraphrasing of a line from another film – most of which I hate, but I find I’m completely in awe of people who make a commitment on this level, to see the people I care about being this happy. To know that (regardless of divorce and so on) these people have decided that they want to be with each other, and with no-one else, for the rest of their lives, I honestly wonder if I could ever see myself doing the same thing.

The wedding was held in Westbury-Sub-Mendip, (a small picturesque Somerset village.) in the church of St Lawrence. Very pretty – and again, held on a perfect summer’s day, which always helps immensely. One good thing was the brevity of the service, at just under the hour – and it was a really smooth service. I’ve seen some that were pretty chaotic, or just that went on for too long – this wasn’t one of them.

Even the photographer was fairly swift – although he did have a bloody annoying habit of standing in the way of everyone else who was wanting to take photos. There were several comments around about what could be done with that flash-gun…

And then on to Chelwood House for the reception.