I mentioned last week that I was in the Cotswolds as one of my good friends was getting married. I am so happy for her I could burst. Three years ago, last month, she met a handsome Irish man. From Marbella (where they met) to Birmingham and Ireland (where their love blossomed) to the Cotswolds (where they said I Do) this is one true love story. It has been wonderful to be part of the celebrations and to be able to share this very special time with her.
I know she was hugely disappointed when the unexpected ‘spring’ snow put a holt to the planned hen weekend in Buxton, Derbyshire. But we made up for it the weekend prior to the wedding with a fabulous hen lunch at the very chic Hotel La Tour.
It was lovely to meet the rest of the girls ahead of the wedding. Whilst the pianist played we enjoyed lunch as well as treats from Aalto Restaurant including a signature 1889 cocktail and a vanilla panna cotta, with strawberry granite.
I was so glad that we could all get together for one final ‘single’ girl moment.
The wedding day soon came around. I got myself ready and made my way to the hotel to meet up with her friends. The hotel was a hive of activity, as you can imagine, with guests arriving or having pre-wedding drinks. I’ve already mentioned this was a picture perfect Cotswold wedding and it truly was. The Church literally was a hop, skip and a jump (well a few minutes walk in heels) from the hotel.
The Church, in Lower Slaughter, was really quaint and you could hear the peel of bells heralding the start of the wedding. When my friend made her entrance into the Church, on her Dad’s arm, I had a tear in my eye. She looked absolutely stunning in a lace and diamanté dress and walked confidently down the isle to her handsome groom.
The food, at the wedding breakfast, was exceptional and true to form my friend had chosen a little chocolate treat for dessert. Then came the speeches. How I managed to keep my composure through the grooms speech I do not know. There were a few occasions where I feared my watery eyes would turn into a torrent of tears. He described how they met and their subsequent dating in the form of a rhyming poem. Not only was it original it was funny too.
A quick change and the room was ready for the bride and groom’s first dance. After just the right amount of time, we all joined in. Before I knew it the night was coming to an end. It was time to say goodbye to new friends and of course the bride and groom.
Best wishes to the happy couple, may your love flourish as you continue to have many more happy times together.