Homegrown flowers, a scrubbed and painted cow barn over the hill - doesn't sound like a recipe for total elegance and joy, but it was.
Miz's mum had grown all the flowers - and sown three batches, each a fortnight apart, so that they were guaranteed to be ready. A local farmer lent them his (currently unused!) cow barn, which they scrubbed, mended and painted. The bridesmaids sewed a mile of bunting and glass bottles were collected for a year.
It was high summer in Cumbria but the day before the wedding it was torrential- dark thunderous skies and flowers dripping. Wellies and waterproofs and buckets to catch the drips in between the hive of activity.
And then the wedding day dawned and the puddles flowed away and the sun came out. High summer in the Lake District. I loved the rosettes in Miz's childhood home still up from her days in the Pony Club, the old Volvo (I have a serious soft spot for battered old vehicles) to transport the bridesmaids, a moving ceremony at a local church (I wore blue mascara which didn't last the duration) and the brass band and Pimm's served from an old bathtub at the reception. And the flowers- riotous, abundant collections of Sweet Peas and Sweet Williams adorning the tables.
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