Another weekend of wedding

This time was the turn of TSK's family when Cuz Rich married Louisa.

TSK's dad kindly drove us all down to Somerset so that I could have some rest. We got there early so went for a walk along a bay known as "Blue Anchor". There was a view over to the South Wales coast and impressive crags changing from sandstone(?)-red to clay(?)-grey. I had my wedding shoes on so TSK's mum and I walked barefoot across the sand. It was an excellent start to the day.


















It was a wedding without many children but guests were encouraged to bring their pets. This gave two eager pups (one of whom was fang on her day-off) the opportunity to embezzle as many canapés as possible before, woofing once or twice through the speeches, guzzling a good volume of water (or vodka, who knows?) and passing out under the table amongst shoes and handbags.












Otherwise, it was a regular kind of wedding. Med showed that when she's not being a pretty, she packs a mean punch. Her first official fight is in September.


There were handsome men.

And running bridesmaids.
And of course, a bride and groom.


Then the weirdest thing anyone ever said to me happened,

"So have you ever been to a wedding like this before then? Cos I haven't"

And as half a glass of champagne landed on my lap and I thought, "why is it always me?" I said, "yes, many".