We went to a wedding a couple of weekends ago. It was almost 300 miles to Newquay in Cornwall - surfer's paradise in the UK and therefore a packing challenge: The fantastic Esplanade Hotel (an Archer Family recommendation) sat opposite the bay and while we don't usually do beach clothes and posh clothes in the same weekend, we were all up for the adventure. Fortunately the weather was windy but warm, possibly the last truly warm weekend of the season, boo hoo.
We spent all day Friday rock pooling and belly boarding... to be truthful I didn't subject my belly to the board but I did catch the biggest crabs. ..... Shall I re-phrase that?
Friday night had the entire wedding party in the bar with karaoke. In the end I used the children as a human shield and went to bed, hubby held the fort for The Archers with 'Spanish Eyes.' Wish I'd seen that!
The wedding wasn't till 2pm on the Saturday so we were back at the beach till noon then we raced back to change into best bib and tucker.... is that really a phrase?
One elderly guest, an uncle, had a rather good Friday night and only reappeared mid-wedding feast. He could have slipped in unnoticed if it wasn't for the fact that he was seated at the top table! Whoops.
Fab wedding, with sproglets everywhere doing those skids on their knees across the dance floor and an Elvis impersonator to die for. He looked as if he had two hamsters glued to either side of his face but he had a voice like the man himself.
There were pressies on the table for the children, trays of sweeties and a puppet show, allowing us adults to thoroughly enjoy the event.
Congratulations to the bride and groom, (stunning bride) we loved your wedding, best man's speech and guests. Best wishes for the rest of your life. XXX