Ostrich

B's daughter marries her lovely partner in a few weeks. Today we steeled ourselves for the hen party, which was renamed ostrich party, the wedding being of a less conventional nature.

The theme was self explanatory, though cowboys outweighed Native American Indians by about 8 to 1. Also should mention that convention was upturned in the guest list too, James pictured here is definitely not a hen.

Despite the fact that we crawled to nine pubs it stayed relatively mess free, though we did pass Clare Balding in the street and B could not resist the urge to invite her along. I must say, Clare was most gracious in the face of a slightly tipsy middle-aged woman in cowgirl get up disturbing her peace.

Safe to say, a grand time was had by all (though possibly not other folk in the various pubs) - and there may be some sore heads in the morning; not least B.