The Wedding

I am back! What a week, we left home at 10 am and arrived at Gatwick,by  train at mid-night. My long suffering son-in-law to be and daughter met us and off we went to the cottage we’d booked. Three hours later, having driven down every drive imaginable without anyone calling the police as a strange car lit up their home with it’s head lights, we found the cottage at the end of an unmade road behind some trees. A car was parked nearby, but no one answered the door, the key was no where to be found and quite honestly the house looked a bit of a wreck and the advertised swimming pool was uninviting.

As we were all exhausted plan B was called for, this meant waking my 81 year old mother at 4.30 am and asking for a bed. I was not keen to do it , not wanting to cause her to panic or induce a heart attack, but she was surprisingly calm and organised drinks and beds. On further inspection next morning, when all 8 members of the family arrived who were sharing with us, the house was thought unsuitable,and as no money had changed hands we abandoned ship and some of us camped out in a borrowed tent, while others found room with various other relatives. Then my brother-in-law came across a mobile home in Hastings on one of those “family camp sites” that have arcades and entertainers who really ought to have retired.My children called me a snob, maybe, but it wasn’t where I’d choose to holiday. Anyway, the 8 of us squeezed in and despite only one shower between us we managed quite well.

The wedding was fun, my daughter looked beautiful and I came over all unnecessary. My nephew commented ” What Aunty, you showed emotion?!”  Yes, even tough old me.  I got to see all my offspring and theirs, they managed not to fight, although a few sarcastic comments were bandied about, Then the day was over, some of us had eaten too much, some had definitely drunk too much and we were all exhausted. All the planning, the panic over what to wear, the travel arrangements , the hair do’s ,the nails, the venue, all over. A very special family day, where we celebrated with the couple we love, as they started out on their lives together and as they made promises to each other to stick together through good times and bad.

Thankfully we can’t see the future, if those of us who have been around for a few years and brought up our families had known what the years held we may have retreated to the nearest cave and become hermits. The whole picture is much larger than us, and God allows us to make our own choices, but thankfully his plan encompasses all our mistakes and he still has our best interests in mind as we totter through life. God bless my daughter and her new husband, the choice to acknowledge his presence with them in their lives is theirs, but he will always be waiting for their call.

The laughter in the photo was caused by the groom having a problem with the word “solemnly”.Solomlemly……. 🙂



Look out Sussex we’re on our way!

Whoo the weeks have sped by ,and as I was reminded, I haven’t written any thing for a while. So much to do in the Parish my feet have hardly touched the floor.

I am off to Islay tomorrow on the 6.30 am ferry, leaving home at 5.30, up at 4a.m! The Rev. assures me they do a good breakfast on the ferry. We are not on holiday, the youngest is singing at the Mod. Their slot isn’t until after lunch but we have to be in Bowmore by 9. Early bed tonight, hope the hens get away early.

We are looking after our neighbours’ hens and gigantic rabbits too, our “girls” live in 5* accommodation compared with these, but they lay some lovely large eggs. I thought how nice the fluffy bunnies were until I approached one to give it a stroke, they both turned around and growled ferociously, so I won’t try that again. My no.2 daughter had a miniature one once that gave a hefty nip when it growled, with the size of these chaps, I could lose a finger!

I am almost ready for the wedding of no.3 daughter. My outfit seems to meet with approval daughters 4 and 3, so I must be O.K on that front. A small boutique in Oban, known as “La coeur rouge de Grande-Bretagne” 🙂 was a great help, with a brand new Marks and Sparks handbag and fasinator.

Fasinators seem the thing to wear, I suppose it saves messing up your hair with a hat, although I could have  “borrowed” a few feathers from our black hen and made one. It will be cool at least if the temperatures down South are at their usual for June .

No.4 daughter and I are travelling by public transport, 2 1/2 hour bus to Glasgow, train to Euston, lift to Hastings. Coming home we thought we might be adventurous, train to Ashford, train to St. Pancras, train to Berwick on Tweed, stay a night explore the Elizabethan walls, especially as I haven’t been there since being a Bible College student, then train to Edinburgh next day, train to Glasgow and bus back home.

By then we should have had enough travelling for a while, although on our journey to Oban the other day we were reconsidering buses, we think that the driver fell asleep momentarily and we hit the kerb with a bump that woke him up!  Scary when there are long drops off the side of the road and Lochs just a few feet away in other places. But we enjoy our travels, we might attempt Orkney together next year.

The Rev. declined to go to the wedding, I’m not sure if it’s the English climate , the sudden sunshine in Scotland has had him in a flap about sun stroke , that big golden orb in the sky can be very frightening for Celtic people, they don’t see it too often, or the thought of meeting my family en masse that put him off or both, but it does mean that he can look after the dogs and next doors menagerie when the time comes.

I’m really looking forward to meeting up with the whole clan, daughters 4,and 2+partner, sons 1 and 2, daughter-in-law and granddaughter all staying with me. And, if they can all make it, a massive Bar B Que before the wedding with any that are missing and my new son in laws’ family.

I shall no doubt have plenty to say when I return, and something a little more meaningful I hope. BRB as my teenagers say.