Wedding Days
The unicorn has heard there’s a certain wedding on today… while my author is watching it and admiring The Dress , I thought I’d trot over here and tell you the secrets of her wedding to husband Jerry (ahem) 20 years ago: Here she is looking radiant on the day: And this is where it all happened - St Bridget’s church in the village of Bridstow, just across the field from their cottage. My author wanted to walk there, but it was February and muddy and she had white shoes, so she was driven there in a friend’s car decked out with ribbons for the occasion. Here’s her walking out of the church with Jerry after the deed was done, followed by her brother Walter and Jerry’s sister Rebecca, who had her arm twisted to be bridesmaid. After all that hard work, they enjoyed a hearty wedding roast with their families in their local pub The Red Lion at Sellack, and afterwards moved down to the village hall to celebrate with their friends at a ceilidh (“cay-lee”) - which, in case you've n...