Here comes the bride...
Trip Start Aug 27, 2005
1Trip End Aug 27, 2005
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Full of bacon butties we left Emma's (cheers!) on Saturday morning and headed off, a little delicate, in the pouring rain to the "valleys".
Checked in to the B&B and had a steak sandwich on the go, whilst trying to fit in to our costumes. And as if by magic, driving up to the castle the sun came out and the rain stopped and all the little birds started to sing...
Everybody looked fantastic and had made a real effort of dressing up, so we were snapping away with our new expensive digital camera until Darren bloody dropped it and it broke
We all sat down and eagerly awaited the bride. A fashionable few minutes late, Lisa appeared in the doorway of the gorgeous room in a spectacular dress looking fantastic. The service went underway and after we had cheered Mr and Mrs Graves we milled out on to the freshly cut lawn sipping Pimms and feeling very 18th century.
The wedding also featured two private security guards, who, because of their line of duty, could not be pictured here.....but didn't they look good in their suites and sunglasses!
Played Bingo but didn't win, I blame the Irish caller who couldn't pronounce the numbers... Had a lovely meal of salmon for starter followed by succulent Welsh lamb with all the trimmings and profiteroles for dessert. There were speeches and stories and a lottery which was soo fixed. A bottle of wine or two later we were chilling out in the castle, by which time it felt quite normal to see people walking around in Napoleon costumes and fluffy dresses.
The party ended with the usual disco and to top it all of, Paul Martin fell through the kitchen skylight in the early hours of Sunday morning, Jamie Oliver gone bad.
I guess you could say it truly was a smashing night!