So, last week… James and I got married.
It was a pretty successful day by all accounts and, now that things have settled back down a little bit, I feel like a photodump to capture some of the more obvious moments.
Leading up to the big day, there was a great gathering in of immediate family which meant testing out our new BBQ/firepit with delicious meat from Brogdale
Meat, Meat and yet more meat.
and walks along the seawall at Oare to watch the red sailed barges hunker down for the evening
Oare in the magic hour, no filters needed.
Everything was more or less under control, and the day before the main event was spent decorating the venue with both sets of eternally patient parents and our lovely organiser Louise. If there is one piece of advice that I could give to anyone planning on having a wedding, it’s to invest in someone who you trust and can do all of the supplier-wrangling and day running. It was lovely to decorate with all of the things that I had
stolen from been inspired to make by Pinterest and then head home, knowing that all I had to concentrate on the following day was, like, getting married and stuff.
There was one last minute change of plans when I finally realised that you can’t, in any pleasingly neat way, make a ball out of 5 pointed origami flowers. You would have thought that my mathsy love would have pointed that out earlier but, no, he trusted in my supernatural crafting powers. Anyway, bouquet plans changed and one trip to Tesco later, I had a selection of flowers to make my bouquet out of.
A bouquet in a bucket
I’m thinking of opening a florist if the whole healthcare thing falls through.
So, one non-panicky adjustment later and we were ready for the following day. We collapsed into bed and slept soundly.
The day itself ran pretty smoothly from the off… James disappeared off with my parents and our lovely photographers Hannah and Dale to our first look site and I waited patiently alone in the house with the cat. A cat who had been VERY HELPFUL during all of the crafting.
Pi being VERY HELPFUL
I was chauffeured to our special spot by my darling mother and we spent an hour just enjoying being in the countryside and building up our reserves for the rest of the day.
First looks are a good thing.
first look loveliness.
A very good thing.
First look… Kentish gothic.
Having braved the traffic, we snuck into the venue and up into the treehouse to meet our lovely registrar and her second.
Bride in disguise
And then we waited… hearing all of our friends and family slowly coming into the glade below and the gentle chatting and sounds of renewed bonds that come from the gathering in of the people who surround you in life.
then we got married.
It was pretty awesome.
James reading his vows.
We had no readings or music, wanting to focus on the ceremony itself but we did write our own vows.
James said these words…
Kirsty, I love you, and I love how loving you makes me better. I love you enough to sleep voluntarily in the same room as someone else for the first time since boarding school, and enough to make a speech in front of a bunch of people I know with everyone looking at me and judging me.
And I couldn’t be here with anyone who deserves it more. The sweetness of your smile outshines the radiance of your gown, and you’re a very fine swan indeed.
I promise that I’ll always try to be worthy of you. I promise that your toes will always be roasty. I promise that I’ll always be your charming gardener, making your soul blossom. I promise your boat will always be full of crows. I promise that I’ll hold your hand as we crunch up the gravel driveway of life, and gasp at the grand facade of our future together. I promise that our private jokes will always bewilder and alienate everyone else.
But mostly, I promise that we’re going to be the *best* at being married. Everyone else who’s married will be rubbish at it compared to us. I love you and I’m so glad we’re here.
and then I said these ones, and barely choked up AT ALL. Because I’m well badly hard and stuff.
James, I was fine. I’d pulled myself together just in time, to give myself away and I’m so happy that I found you to give myself away to.
I love you, you really are so much braver and kinder and smarter and wonderful than you realise, and I’m looking forward to reminding you of that, every morning, noon and night until we’re unfastened starstuff looking for a connection again.
I promise to always be yours, even when your maths is ridiculous and impossible. I promise that you will always be my only exception, my OTP, my lovely love.
I promise to bring you delicious things and hugs. To always keep having conversations and sharing a brain.
I promise to carry your heart with me, to always be sure of you, to love you much further than the moon and back. I’m more Voyager than Apollo.
I promise to always notice the inconsequentials, to go places, to keep secretly believing that I can find the rabbit hole, that one wardrobe, and whisk you away with me.
You are the pale blue dot that I call home.
Let’s always be married, forever.
the look of ‘d’aw’
So yeah, that happened and then there were bubbles
and drinks and goody bags and lots of wandering around barefoot and well-timed showers and cupcakes and awesome cake toppers
Bunny and bride
and ALL THE FOOD and hampers and bunting and croquet and dancing and smiles and smiles and SMILES…
Hampers in the marquee
Dressy and geeky.
Lovely squidgeface Rosa
Maidstone through and through.
I’m the queen of cupcakes.
Beribboned and bedecked.
and we were married and we were happy and everything was the same but we seemed to be smiling more anyway.
Then we ran away to the countryside for a minimoon at The Marquis and even more things happened.
We arrived laden down with goodies and a supply of cupcakes and just collapsed into the room, as evidenced by ‘wedding night floor’
Arrive at posh hotel – dump everything on the floor. Classy.
I suddenly realised that I could be free of The Hair now that I had twirled sufficiently and so James took a pair of sharp scissors to the top of my plait. The resulting photo is a little bit ‘you have 24 hours to send the money or the fingers will be next’
the hair… detached.
We woke up to sun and birdsong and a view of the valley from our big squidgy bed
The view from our bed… not bad.
And I awoke to a lighter head and no ongoing need to curse my tangly hair…
Ahhh… short hair at last.
We spent the day lying on and around the bed and reading our cards and guestbook. We watched all of Spaced and all of the presents were opened and ‘oooh’ed over and before we knew it, it was time for dinner.
James had done well and not only arranged for there to be a HUGE bunch of flowers in the room, but had also booked us into the restaurant for the 6 course tasting menu that night.
It was pretty good…
roasted tomato and buttermilk soup with a risotto ball.
Elderflower saused mackerel with tomato terrine and landcress
Bresaola of duck breast with neck rillette, cherries, Kentish blue bell and dark chocolate
Fillet of John Dory with king oyster mushrooms, lobster and sea aster
Fillet of dexter beef with beef croustillant, dittander, turnips and broad beans
Almond cake with cherry ripple ice-cream and douglas fir
Earl grey and strawberry souffle with camomile ice-cream
As I say… pretty good.
We hauled ourselves back upstairs and collapsed again, full of food and opinions about the food.
The following day, we felt the need to escape a little bit and so, headed off to the white cliffs national trust site. As a middle-class married couple, we of course joined the National Trust while we were there. Yep, those kind of people. We bought a tea-towel too. Slippery slope.
We walked along the cliff edge
The White cliffs
James on the cliffs
The edge of the port
There’ll be giant heads over, the white cliffs of Dover…
Taking the required ‘look, we’re at a place’ photos as we went.
All of the wildflowers were out and the fields were swooshy and golden. Having allowed all day (and my having worn flip-flops) meant that we meandered leisurely along the edge of things, stopping to watch magpies skip along and the ships of all sizes manoeuvre their way in and out of the dock.
It was pretty special.
White Clifftop meadow with a sneaky lighthouse
We stopped at South Foreland Lighthouse for the very best of cream teas in their adorable tea room… all crackly pre-war music, mismatched china and cheerful volunteers
Cream tea in a lighthouse? Why, yes please!
The lighthouse and some random handsome man
and then headed back across the fields with loot in sweaty mitts
My buoy and the clifftop fields
Encountering the lovely geology of the cliffs
Lovely lines of flint in the cliffs
a castle which James quite fancied the look of…
I’ll have that.
and a deeply amusing sign.
Someone had written ‘penis’ in chalk on this sign. James found it deeply amusing.
We had decided the night before to eat at the Marquis restaurant again but opted for a more reserved three courses each
The amuse-bouche was delicious…
homemade spiced flatbread with a broad bean dip
Bresaola of duck breast with neck rillette, cherries, Kentish blue bell and dark chocolate
Dexter brisket with turnips, broad beans and shallots
chocolate ganache with loganberries and raspberry ice-cream
and I opted for…
Potted crab with lobster, a ryebread crisp and foraged leaves.
Rabbit pie with rabbit loin, parsnips, carrots and potatoes.
Elderflower pannacotta with Gooseberry sorbet
We both had many, many tiny little caramelised onion breads. Warm out of the oven and tastier than you could believe
Caramelised Onion bread. All the yums.
And then we collapsed again. I watched a brilliant programme about bubbles (yay! bubbles!) and James fell into a deep, Thorn Rose-like sleep.
We headed home the following morning after a rather good breakfast
Local bacon, beans, egg, a field mushroom, homemade bread, potatoes, and a fried slice
Superior porridge and trimmings
and clutching a bottle of their fizzy wine, from their own local vineyard.
Home to smoosh the cat and gather in for one big hello/goodbye lunch with the remnants of the hogroast…
a family lunch
and we were married, and we are married, and nothing is different and everything is better.
all the BUBBLES!!!
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
all the love. ❤