A bit of an oldie today, a post from December, thinking back to our Winter Wedding:
I couldn’t let today go by without mentioning that 4 years ago today me and hubby got married. If you’ve had a look at the weather outside today, this was what we had expected on our big day. Windy, rainy and cold! So we were amazed when, whilst I was getting ready, great big fat snowflakes started to fall. Having an emotional moment when the first flakes started to fall!
It was beautiful! But with it came a few minor problems. When bridesmaid shopping the girls had insisted they didn’t need a wrap or throw (I’m not a skinflint, I did offer!) One look outside and they were regretting the decision they’d made back in lovely, warm March. I’m still not sure how we managed to rustle up three gold wraps in half an hour. Okay, they didn’t all match but it really didn’t matter.
The old cars hired to transport us were without heating, but the chauffeurs did a fab job of rustling up some blankets for us to huddle under. The scenic route to the venue had to be abandoned due to icy roads, so the motorway it was. A journey that seemed to pass by far too quickly, I remember wanting to stay in the car for just that little while longer with my new husband before facing the madness of a wedding reception.
Oh, and my brother fell flat on his bum outside the church on the slippy snow. A fact that still makes me laugh now, he doesn’t find it so funny! The next day my new husband and I put on our wellies and spent the afternoon walking in the snow before going for Christmas dinner in our local where our lovely landlord brought us a bottle of champagne to congratulate us. Such a perfect weekend!