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
and walks along the seawall at Oare to watch the red sailed barges hunker down for the evening
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.
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.
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.
A very good thing.
Having braved the traffic, we snuck into the venue and up into the treehouse to meet our lovely registrar and her second.
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.
We had no readings or music, wanting to focus on the ceremony itself but we did write our own vows.
James said these words…
and ALL THE FOOD and hampers and bunting and croquet and dancing and smiles and smiles and SMILES…
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’
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’
We woke up to sun and birdsong and a view of the valley from our big squidgy bed
And I awoke to a lighter head and no ongoing need to curse my tangly hair…
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…
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
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.
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
and then headed back across the fields with loot in sweaty mitts
Encountering the lovely geology of the cliffs
a castle which James quite fancied the look of…
and a deeply amusing sign.
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…
and I opted for…
We both had many, many tiny little caramelised onion breads. Warm out of the oven and tastier than you could believe
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
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…
and we were married, and we are married, and nothing is different and everything is better.
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.