We’re back home in -yet more- sweet summer sunshine reflecting on the past two weeks, filled in the lead-up with jobs, a good deal of sweat, tears, more chocolate, butter and eggs than I care to see again, flowers upon flowers upon flowers, more tears and exchanging of vows, beautiful poetry and prose, dancing, rum punch and then, with the removal of shoes and a top up of rum punch, more dancing.
The thing about a marquee wedding, or similar non-hotel venue, is that it is monumentally more work. There is no wedding planner to co ordinate flower vases with chair hire, and it is up to you and your army of friends and family to decorate, set up, and dismantle. James’ mum did the flowers -so utterly beautifully that if she ever were to consider a change of career from farmer’s wife/mother/grandmother/account manager/insert-ANY-job-here- she would be in some demand. Our uncle and aunt provided the venue of their breathtaking home and walled garden.
Our mum was in charge of the tropical bird photos for the table names, helping us to get ready, and all the emotional support mothers offer as a matter of course. The ushers and all other able young folk fetched, carried, picked up and cleaned marquee windows in blistering sunshine. Too many people to name individually came together for just Sophie and James, a fact that gladdens the heart at such happy support and love offered up so freely.
Sophs designed, bought and directed all of the interior décor, including three ash saplings which were chosen some time ago to lash to the central supporting posts, with hanging glass candle lanterns. In a nod to our Latin American upbringings, she strung papel picado, a traditional punched paper Mexican sort of bunting, from the top of the marquee and behind the cake table. We had it at our wedding too, and it makes for a beautiful alternative to the more British triangular bunting. There was a wee bit of classic bunting on the cakes, though- (which tasted fine!) You can catch a glimpse of it (and of the papel picado) in the photo below of the happy couple slicing into the cake. Sophie’s dress is a 1940s vintage one made from French cotton lace. She looked quite exquisite. James was as handsome as ever in his kilt- lots of kilts at a Scottish wedding of course!
These are just a few snaps taken by the guests- I’ll post one or two official photos once the lovely Laura Sparrow has finished her work.
It’s always a bit… sad after such a big event. So much planning, shopping, organising and dreaming, all finished with in a beautiful flash. But marriage is, after all, meant to be the start. And so here’s to looking forward: good things, guys. Good things. x