Wedding parade

We got married.

Then a while later we had the wedding party. Offically it's known as the wedding breakfast, I learned, but no one got to eat a full English that afternoon. Not even a bowl of cornflakes.

This is the shot of Mr & Mrs Whitecliff leading our trail of lowlife from the Bristol docks where they'd all gathered to greet our first arrival (by boat) as an officially wedded couple, up to The Pump House for the start of what turned out to be 48 hours of intense revelry.

No, I didn't take this shot. Yes, I know the BlipFoto rules. Meh, who cares?

It was bloody fab.