Yesterday my beau and I went to two weddings. We were very excited when we first found out that an old friend of mine – and an old friend of my beau’s were both getting married in June. Yay – A WEDDING MONTH! Of course we weren’t prepared for the fact that they were getting married at the same time, on the same day, but 35 miles apart!
It was a hard decision but we plumped for the wedding ceremony of my beau’s friend – over in Manchester. A lovely registry office occasion was followed by a wedding reception on a restaurant barge along the Manchester Canals. We embarked at 4pm and several miles, courses and locks later we departed at 9.15pm.
Gorgeous food, great company, lovely views, old friends, free bar – the only downside was that I was driving and that we couldn’t join the continuing party at a nearby bar! We had to leave so that we could get to the other wedding reception – which was over an hours drive away – and in the middle of nowhere.
Sadly it was almost dark by the time we got there so I was unable to take any great photos of the second ‘do’. (The above photo is from the internet). It was held in a gorgeous old stoned mission house deep in the heart of Yorkshire’s countryside – with only sheep as neighbours. We’d missed the double decker bus that took everyone from the wedding venue to the reception – and we’d missed the sit down meal and speeches. Yet we were able to indulge in the evening buffet, the wonderful DJ’d soundtrack, more old friends and the beauty of such an old historic building (with daytime 15 mile views across the valleys).
Such a lovely action-packed day full of love, friendship, food and happy memories.