It hasn't been the brightest of days even though it is midsummer. Peter went off to row first thing this morning and once he returned we put on our glad rags to attend a wedding. This was the wedding of one of Peter's friends and the ceremony was held at the Civic Centre.
I loved the outfits worn by Fred's daughters who were the bridesmaids, very alternative. The bride was dressed more conventionally in a red dress with a white stole and Fred wore a dark grey suit with a red tie. I haven't been to many weddings and they have mostly been church weddings but the ceremony was pleasant and there were no other wedding parties around which would be my worry with a civil ceremony.
The unconventionality continued with this wild choice of wedding limo, a restored fire engine. Fred, of course had arrived to the Civic Centre on his beloved Royal Enfield motorbike. The bike was entrusted to one of his mates to be ridden away safely.
From the Civic Centre we went to the reception being held in a local pub. We stayed for a couple of hours before heading home as it was a very informal affair and people would probably be partying until late in the evening.
Alongside the wedding cake was Fred's piece de resistance, a 3 tiered pork pie. Although Fred is a burly, bald, bike-riding builder he also likes cooking and experimenting with flavours. He and Peter often exchange sausage recipes. Although the pastry had not responded too well to being put in the freezer the pies were still delicious. One was pork & leek, another pork & pickle and the third pork & egg. As well as the pork pies there was a cold buffet with lots of plain party food and a chicken curry. Although the curry did smell good I was too full up after a piece of pie and some other cold nibbles to try any.
Now we are back home and once again it is pouring with rain. I foresee a quiet evening sans supper but with plenty of cups of tea.
I loved the outfits worn by Fred's daughters who were the bridesmaids, very alternative. The bride was dressed more conventionally in a red dress with a white stole and Fred wore a dark grey suit with a red tie. I haven't been to many weddings and they have mostly been church weddings but the ceremony was pleasant and there were no other wedding parties around which would be my worry with a civil ceremony.
The unconventionality continued with this wild choice of wedding limo, a restored fire engine. Fred, of course had arrived to the Civic Centre on his beloved Royal Enfield motorbike. The bike was entrusted to one of his mates to be ridden away safely.
From the Civic Centre we went to the reception being held in a local pub. We stayed for a couple of hours before heading home as it was a very informal affair and people would probably be partying until late in the evening.
Alongside the wedding cake was Fred's piece de resistance, a 3 tiered pork pie. Although Fred is a burly, bald, bike-riding builder he also likes cooking and experimenting with flavours. He and Peter often exchange sausage recipes. Although the pastry had not responded too well to being put in the freezer the pies were still delicious. One was pork & leek, another pork & pickle and the third pork & egg. As well as the pork pies there was a cold buffet with lots of plain party food and a chicken curry. Although the curry did smell good I was too full up after a piece of pie and some other cold nibbles to try any.Now we are back home and once again it is pouring with rain. I foresee a quiet evening sans supper but with plenty of cups of tea.
1 comment:
Love the old fire truck.
Not so crazy about the wedding party clothes. : )
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