A Woodstock wedding

Quite a public affair; as I crossed the road earlier, in front of the Town hall, I heard clapping from inside and then noticed the beribboned VW camper parked outside.

I quite like the legs belonging to the old man on the bench and the woman strolling past. It challenges my tendancy to have things centred and neat.

The bride looked lovely in green I thought, but her raucous laugh could be heard all down the street.