Dance me to the end of love...
A week ago. A wedding.
After all these years, I have a sister!!!
At the Two Bridges Hotel, in the South of England, Greg and Emma said their vows, and we danced until midnight. Hubby and I stayed in the Prince of Wales room (next to the Mrs Wallis Simpson room) and we slept in a four poster bed!!
The Hotel is grand: its rooms are filled with antiques and memoirs from the last century. We had the whole day to get ready, and I sneaked into the bridal suite to be with the girls as they got dressed; we did a bit of DIY on the bridesmaids shoes and fussed with the dresses.. and drank a glass of bubbles.. lots of giggles and excitement.
Emma looked radiant in an ivory strapless dress, layered with floaty organza, bejewelled with beads and sparkles. It was laced up at the back and the skirt spread to a train. Her hair was pinned up with pearls and curls. She held a bunch of cream roses. Classic.
Greg and the lads (hubby included) scrubbed up brilliantly in black tails, grey waistcoats, and peacock-blue ties.
Hubby and I read a poem to open the ceremony, and I even got to sign the register as a witness!! and after the vows were said ("I give you this wing..." Emma, you were a very Impressive Clergyman!!) there was much rejoicing outside with Pimm's-and-lemonade and photos.
The Wedding Breakfast (er, dinner) was divine.. we supped on Cornish crab and Dartmoor lamb, and NZ Cloudy Bay Pelorus 2001 bubbles to toast during the speeches: the NZ contingent sang a waiata to conclude Mum's very cool speech. Greg, I loved the way you spoke too.. you have the ability to time your words for max humour!!
We waved the bride and groom off to the honeymoon suite at midnight, and then we party-ed until three in the morning, when Cinderella's chariot arrived for Prince Charming and her, and they retired to the four-poster-bedroom.
Dance me to the wedding now,
dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly
and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love,
we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love