It started with a country road.
And ended with a roast dinner at “The Snooty Fox Inn.”
Somewhere in the middle, we slept in a loft on Knowles farm, got lost for over an hour and a half on other country roads in Wales, watched as the most lovely couple in the world walked down the aisle to exchange vows, toasted champagne, listened to a doting father boast about his beautiful daughter on her wedding day, ate the best paté in the world, danced in heels til our feet got swollen and took some pictures in a fancy dress photo booth (images below to prove it).
And no, we won’t talk about another bouquet landing at my feet – because, my God, that would just be RIDICULOUS!
One bouquet at a wedding thrown in my direction. Fine. Second bouquet at a second wedding, I’ll admit, I may have dove for it.
But a third bouquet??
I stared at it as it sailed past all the hopeful bridesmaids, the bitter friends and the gleeful wives (yes, there were some wives mixed in – hoping for another marriage?) towards my head on the far right side of the hill. I summoned all my telekinesis power to inch it in another direction so as not to look the desperate fool that I apparently am becoming at weddings. But alas, I stepped an inch away, and the darn bouquet landed at my feet…AGAIN.
Jeers and bewilderment from the crowd as they didn’t understand my torture and embarrassment. What woman could dare step away from a bouquet coming towards her head, they all thought to themselves (some said out loud). Surely, had they known, they would have pushed me out of the way themselves – thinking Selfish Cow, how many bouquets do you want to steal from other women??
As the bouquet smashed to my feet, I unwillingly picked it back up, and tossed it back to the bride. “I’ll have another go,” she yelled back, catching it, and smiling in understanding. I nodded modestly, and picked up a loose rose, tucked it in my ear and watched as she expertly tossed it to her willing sister in the front row.
The rest of the night I fielded many questions as to why I let the bouquet go astray, and I understand! What single gal wouldn’t want to catch it? Well, I have my pride! And as a three-time bouquet catcher, I will not be marred as the “one who hogs the wedding bouquet spotlight.” No, it’s time to let the other women shine, and let them hope that they might be the next to get that ring on their finger. I’ve had my time.
Time to sip some more Jameson.
The rest of the wedding couldn’t have been more perfect. Her lacey dress was glamorous, sophisticated, modern-yet-vintage and they both were glowing.
The ceremony was in a church that only holds one wedding per year (hence why Gini from our bed and breakfast referred to it as “The Wedding”), and the sun shone the entire day. Everyone was in great spirits, dancing the night away to a live band crooning out oldies to the tones of Marvin Gaye and James Brown, and mixing cider with beer with champagne and shots. Gemma thought of everything – her attention to detail was impeccable.
Besides the cab getting lost on the way back to our farm house, and taking nearly an hour to find it – it was an incredible time. I’m so so happy for Gemma and Liam.
These type of weddings make me believe that true love is possible, and will last.
Plus, it was so great to be able to catch up with Jock’s family. I do miss them all, as I know he does as well. Little Olivia (Jock’s third niece) has grown up so much in a year! She’s walking and babbling, and I swear she said “Meagan” once! Ok, maybe it was more like “Magum.”
We picked up his other nieces from school a couple of times, and I love seeing them growing up to become wonderful little girls. At one point, the middle child, Grace, said to me – “Can you hear yourself speak? Do you know you are speaking like an American?”
Related posts:
- Wedding Highlights, Part 1 Weddings this year are abundant, so I thought it only...
- English Wedding #3 August is over! As my best friend Jessica says –...
- A Few Highlights Courters Invasion is coming to an end, but we still...
- Highlights of This Past Week Fiery conversations, cold Hefeweizens, and breathing the same air as...
- How to Have the Best Wedding Ever Last weekend in Austin, Texas was incredible. Watch this trailer,...
