Jane and Mike's Wedding

After spending the weeks before the wedding helping get the garden ready, and getting the Austin ten not just MOTed but actually ready to drive (and I have the scars to prove it) the most vital task left was to get the beer in. Some very nice (they tell me) Pullman bitter from Hepworth's brewery in Horsham. I hope it had enough time to settle.



Finally Saturday arrived, threatening rain, but it held off till late in the afternoon.

I'd been practising with the Traction - the pedals seemed rather close together - and I was able to get the bride to the church in what I hope was real style. Jane looked lovely, and I felt very proud taking her up the aisle. Will's sermon was - shall we say - idiosyncratic: the first time anyone present had seen the preacher produce a real iron anvil in the pulpit. And by the end of the service Jane and Mikey were well and truly married, and back on out to the Traction.

Luckily Lydia's white umbrellas came in useful, and the guests had a bit of time to enjoy the garden. Mikey's two latest rockets whizzed into a darkening sky, and - I am sure this is a good omen - for the first time ever the retrieve parachute opened and we all saw the controlled descent.



Then into the marquee for drinks, a treasure hunt, goldfish (all safely swimming in the pond now) a good meal, a few short speeches, and The Cake




Followed - eventually - by the Cosmic Sausages, who were even better than we had remembered from Peckham.