Wellies and party frocks

The long 500+mile slog down to the south coast of England , began as soon as I got off the dive boat in Ayr, on the west coast of Scotland. It was all woth it though; fantastic wedding of one of my oldest friends and best-man.

The first wedding for Rosie & Alice, who were both on fine form and had an absolute riot; tearing around the place, pretty dresses and dancing wildly to the double bass, fiddle & guitar band.

Walking out of the wedding reception into pouring rain we questioned our choice of accomodation, saving £££'s on accomodation we'd chosen a nearby campsite. Wellies and party frocks 'R' us as we put the tent up.