My brother, Michael, married his long-term partner, Hannah, at the weekend. The event was held at our parents farm – Newby Hall. The service kicked off at 1230 at Christ the Consoler with me on ushering duties. I was handing out Orders Of Service to the multitudes along with Dr. Hannah’s Brothers. The weather was Yorkshire-ish through out.
The glowing bride made her entrance twenty minutes late but looked absolutely gorgeous in a back-less dress accompanied by her Father.
Michael Hooper, my brothers old uni mate was the best man and the ring bearer. The service was impeccably led by the local minister. The only (minor) hiccup was that on the last hymn the keyboardist played the wrong tune – soon to be remedied by by my brother and we had a rousing ending.
We (the congregation) were then transported to the Hall in two trailer loads – pulled by a JCB Fastrack by a lad called Brian. Welcomed by the Bride & Groom we made our way to the Statue Gallery for a champagne reception and ogling alabaster nudes. Thankfully there was a side exit for breaths of fresh air and quiet time – I caught up with the lads from the stag do out side and found out what really happened to Dangerous Dave Pickles on that night.
The photographer was very professional – he took us for a Grooms party shoot before the service and then set about photographing all of the various relative groups / friends. His kit was mind boggling and probably cost more than the contents of my flat. He managed to deal with drunken people in a very good way and I would highly recommend him if I could remember his name – Michael, I think – I will put his details in the comments section.
We all made our way down to the Marquee situated on the front lawn of the hall. I was on the Cousin’s table – It was decided to call it such as due to the fact Tillie has had two children of her own we are no longer calling it the Children’s Table.
Starter was Goats Cheese Tart followed by Lamb Shank (my cousin Doug ate three lamb shanks!) and then Creme Brûlée with Tart Citron. Washed down with lashings of Real Ale.
The Ceilidh kicked in and thoroughly defeated Kathryn but Hannah seemed to have a ball. Then the band (Triple Scotch – excellent caller) started DJing party classics (plenty of Beyonce).
We made it back to the farm around 1am and hit the hay. Eddie Brown took the rest of the guests back to Harrogate and my sister had been drinking for 16 hours and needed a lie down – poor thing was awfully sleepy, haha.
All in all it was probably one of the best weddings I will ever go to. I managed to stay relatively sane throughout and it was a pleasure to see my brother marry such a wonderful woman – Congratulations!