Seven years on our wedding feels like a bit of a haze. Like I dreamt it. Although I lived and breathed it for at least a year beforehand. I haven’t been to a wedding for a couple of years and it feels like ages since anyone close to me tied the knot. There are a couple of weddings on the calendar this year at last, and even a hen do.
I felt like a complete amateur organising my wedding, I was the first of my friends to get married, I’d only been to a couple of Mr A’s friends’ wonderful weddings, so we didn’t have vast experience to base it on.
Our wedding was at Quarry Bank Mill, a National Trust property. It was a white wedding and in many ways fairly traditional. Getting married in places other than churches or registry offices was still quite new. It was completely perfect and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
But, sometimes I wonder how we would do it if we had the chance to do it again? There seem to be more options now. I’ve camped at a wedding festival, been to one in a Tipi and will be surrounded by retro caravans at a wedding in Cornwall this Summer. Taking kids to weddings is a whole new experience as this lovely photo shows: Continue reading