Wedding Belles

I had a wonderful weekend: Saturday night was spent cruising along the River Severn for Alison and Charles's wedding reception. What an idyllic way to celebrate such an occasion. Then on Saturday, it was a walk in the sun up Bredon Hill on the edge of the Cotswolds, with panoramic views in every direction.

Full set of pictures here: click on these samples for larger versions.

Alison and her father

My friend Steve

Alison

Alison and Charles

Gull. 

St. Andrew's Church, Worcester

Severn / Worcester-Birmingham Canal junction

Worcester Cathedral from the river

Alison finally getting a chance to eat.

Thanksgiving be to God

Last weekend I went to my American friends' house for a Thanksgiving feast with all the trimmings. I still don't know why Canadians celebrate a different date… 

We had the driest martinis known to man (3 drops of vermouth in several inches of gin), leading to an outbreak of unconsciousness later, delayed only by glorious turkey, roast sweet potatoes and homemade pies of pecan and pumpkin, while being regaled by tales of NYPD wit. Photos will be forthcoming. 

On Sunday, we went to Evensong at Worcester Cathedral. An atheist Catholic, a fairly lapsed Anglican and a non-observant Jew. There probably is a God: Evensong was off the menu and instead of glorious, resonant music rolling round that great space, a couple of pompous toffs droned unintelligibly for half an hour, using colons like sledgehammers…