We spend the weekend away in Norfolk for a friend's wedding. The location was beautiful and merits its own post. The bloke's parents kindly agreed to have the children so we were able to let our hair down. Here we are in our glad rags in a more civilised moment, just after the ceremony and before the wedding breakfast.
The wedding was on the same day eighteen years ago as the death of my maternal grandfather, with whom I was very close. The bride and groom didn't know that, of course, but I'm privately pleased to now have a very happy memory conjoined to the same date.
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