Head Lines

An array of hats from the wedding reception…

The morning after!

Country Life

I was at a family wedding this weekend. A four hour drive up the motorway into the depths of the country. My two older  siblings and  I were squeezed into the back of our car; we aren’t normally all together and with my brother being 6’4 it was a little too close for comfort.  There was bad traffic too, due to a dead body found on the motorway, so we only had 15 minutes to get ready.  I wore a silver brocaded coat over a raspberry Vivienne Westwood dress.  It was raining when we arrived at the 14th century church but when we all spilled outside the clouds had cleared, the sun was out and the cobbles shone in the wet.  The wedding was lovely and there was lots of drinking and dancing that lasted well into the early hours of Sunday morning.  All the dinner tables were named after horses the bride had ridden (that side of my family are all keen riders, racing, eventing etc and some are professional). There was a lunch the next day as well so I managed to have a quick walk round the farm to take pictures of some of the animals.

Clouds on the way home