Showing posts with label wedding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wedding. Show all posts

Friday, 28 September 2012

Nuptials

Over the sea, where the hobbits grow, one of my sisters marries tomorrow. I won't be there - devotion to my students (they look at you with those big soft eyes and you'd swear they understand every word you say) and an air ticket price of £4000 keeps me here in the Midlands. Besides, what could I find to blog about down in New Zealand? Mountains? Clean air? Rugby? Bah!

I've been to the weddings of two sisters and a brother already, and there's one more held in reserve, so I know how these things work. And yet, I'm rather sad I'm not there, if only to warn the unfortunate chap. All my sisters are rather fiery, and all choose quiet likeable husbands. And in any case, I didn't find out she'd emigrated until she didn't turn up to Christmas lunch… six months later. 

Instead of the festivities, I'm off to a Bruch concert, which should be magnificent. See you all on Monday. 

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

The Winchester Double-Action Wedding

Some more shots from the wedding and tourism I did in Winchester at the weekend. More here. Click on these to enlarge.

One of the Adams. From Sunderland and similarly nonplussed by Southern ways. Between us, we drank their entire stock of bitter. By 8 o'clock. Then we had to slum it with champagne.

Adam, Amit and Ken. One's a hedge fund trader. One lives in Swiss tax exile. Not Adam though. 

Adam's brother Josh. A decent fencer. And human being. 

'There were three people in this marriage… one of them a little drunk'. 


Bee off with you!

Curle's Walk, under the buttresses of Winchester Cathedral

The Cathedral Nave

Jane Austen's gravestone. It says that she had a fine mind, but doesn't actually mention she was an author at all!

Not only does this chap have magnificent whiskers, his name was Francis Francis. 

The Nave again

Winchester… so much to answer for

… as Morrissey didn't sing. If you've never been to Winchester, as I hadn't until this weekend, just imagine an England theme park. It's stunningly beautiful, ridiculously historic (formed capital of Wessex and England; Cnut's bones are in a chest on a shelf in the Cathedral) very clean and of course completely white. Not to say Tory to it's marrow. Captivating for a weekend, perhaps not entirely comfortable to live in if you're not very, very rich. Architecturally it's lovely - mostly flint walls, with a vernacular tradition of putting narrow red tiled roofs along them to protect the mortar from the rain.

I was there for the wedding of my friends Adam, whom I've know from university days, and Katie. The service was in a tiny church built above a gate in the ancient city walls, and the reception was in Winchester College, the medieval and very expensive private school - Eton's more intellectual rival, and a heartland of the military and civil Establishment. Anthony Trollope went there, as did Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas (Oscar Wilde's squeeze/nemesis) and of course British Union of Fascists would-be Fuhrer, Oswald Mosley. Though so also did Jack White, heroic socialist founder of the Irish Citizen Army. I assume both of them were very keen indeed on the CCF (Combined Cadet Force). Lots of posh Labour types, including Michael Foot and Seumas Milne, the firebrand revolutionary leftist and Irish republican. Oh, and Sir Humphrey Appleby. It's that kind of place.

Anyway, time to be utterly soppy and sentimental: some photographs of the happy couple and others at the rather lovely wedding which was temporarily ruined only by Your Truly getting up and reading Donne's 'The Good Morrow' in my angry-quacking-duck voice. Every man at the wedding seemed to be either a banker, or called Adam - apart from the groom, I spoke to two other Adams (didn't know them from…), and the joys of tax evasion were explained to me in some considerable detail. If you don't want to see pictures of happy married people, try the next couple of entries which are of Winchester Cathedral and environs.

The rest of the shots are here: click on these ones to enlarge.





Lovebirds. Aahhhh

Statue at Winchester College

Could you get any cuter than a little bridesmaid with her arm in a sling? Perhaps a puppy with a bandaged paw. 


'Push pineapple shake the tree'

The first dance was Ella Fitzgerald. Their 'special song' is Lana Del Rey's 'Video Games'. I'm well aware that this deserves and swift axe to the head but I let it pass as they got married that day. 

Monday, 11 July 2011

More wedding photos

While the media reveal that News International hacked the medical records of Prime Minister Gordon Brown's dying child, I prefer to have a little respite: here are more pictures of happy people celebrating a wedding. The rest are here: click these to enlarge. 


A rare example of horses being dragged to water and made to drink.


Sunset over the Severn



Worcester Cathedral at night


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.

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

Back in Blighty

The other wedding was between my sister and her beloved, an incredibly likeable red-headed Dubliner called Kevin - a man with a smile straight out of Wallace and Gromit. Unfortunately, a memory card error means I lost loads of the best photographs I ever took, from the reception and a wander round the garden - bluebell woods and assorted lovely things. The remaining shots are here:

Uncle Sean - a man with a good face

The groom

My cousin Clare

The wedding car - a beautiful Citroën DS

Vicky


My cousin John - another good face

The Mills and Boon seating arrangement

Wills and Kate: how the bride and groom entered the tent

Catch!

A weird-looking tulip



Wallace and Gromit