Ian and Sarah wed

523After much feverish preparation masterminded by the bride’s Mum the day of the big wedding finally dawned. The sky was overcast but the wind had turned as promised and there was no longer a danger of the marquee disappearing over the cliff! Ian had laid on a surf lesson in the morning and eight hardy souls appeared at the appointed time. I took Emma along to spectate whilst I took some photos. The waves at nearby Praa Sands were just right for beginners (or so I’m told) and a few managed to get vertical on their boards if only for a short time.

On account of the threatening weather the ceremony itself had been relocated from the lawn to the old squash court, transformed by lots of decorations. My new sister looked fantastic in her wedding dress and Ian didn’t scrub up too badly either. (It was lucky that I had borrowed his suit as this meant he realised in plenty of time that he had picked up the old one by mistake rather than his new one!) Emma managed to get a laugh by piping up at just the wrong moment (“does anyone know of any reason…”).

526The rain held off until after the main photos had been taken but the move to the marquee required a relay of umbrella carriers. A combination of a dodgy stomach and missing her afternoon nap meant that sadly Emma wasn’t her usual smiley self for the photos. She seem to perk up for the speeches though. Vic (Sarah’s Dad) obviously isn’t shy of public speaking and gave a good long speech. Christine was most disappointed to discover afterwards that the glass he was swigging from generously contained apple juice and not whisky as we were led to believe.

There was a good spread laid on with hog roast and falafel sourced locally and lots of other goodies that had been prepared over the proceeding few days including a great wedding cake made by a friend of Sarah’s. The skies also cleared during the meal giving some fantastic sunny views and a clear moonlit evening. A ceilidh followed but I was already starting to flag at this point and was grateful to take it in turns to return to the house and babysit Emma. By the time the disco started all three of us were tucked up in bed…

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