A champagne moment

Here we are leaving the wedding ceremony, an appropriate distance behind the (VERY LOUD) piper. Me and Mr B had had a bit of a journey over the previous 12 years to get to this point, but this point was the beginning of a better journey. (Which started with a lovely glass of champagne provided admirably promptly by the Belvedere Restaurant in Holland Park.)

The day had started fine for me (breakfast in a hotel, then a leisurely morning/early afternoon of chat, hair, makeup and champagne with friends) but badly for Mr B. Who remembered only a couple of hours before the ceremony that the orders of service were in the car. Which was parked outside his hotel. But the keys for the car were in Wandsworth in our flat where he'd left them the previous night when we were practising our first dance. So his early afternoon was a less than leisurely dash across London and back.

Then the wedding cars took me to the wrong venue and I ended up running across Holland Park to get there on time. But we did both get there, and the songs were sung, words were said, promises made. Then a long wonderful evening of dancing too much, including an impromptu ceilidh outside after we got chucked out of the restaurant (hurrah for having your own piper with you).

Mr B organised most of it, but it was just the wedding we both wanted. Thanks love.