|as guests arrive|
So, Morgan's friends. Holly and Sam are getting married. They have heard a recording of us somewhere playing Hey Yah [arranged by our friend, Xanthe], now that's going back a bit a bit. Would we play Skinny Love as Holly walks "down the aisle", and Hey Yah after? Of course. There's space for 3 or 4 pans.
Sidmouth is 296 miles away from Leeds by the shortest route; and July is summer holidays. After much discussion, and two and a half practices in Leeds, we let Rick off the hook and Bex drives herself, Gig and the pans down. This takes them 8 and a half hours! Mig takes a pan down on the train from Manchester. I train it minimally from Leeds via an MU meeting in London, pausing to stay at the glorious Pavilion.
We camp at Salcombe Regis, take a Chinese takeaway, drink wine, beer and cider till tent next door asks us to be quiet. Have all forgotten sleep mats. Everyone wakes at 4.30. Eek.
|Gig selfie in kitchen rehearsal|
As luck would have it, I get a taxi on Friday from Sidmouth to campsite wherein Chris the Taxi and I arrange that I should book my taxi for after the ceremony. And now it's 3.15 and Chris is outside K House. I abandon the Von Trapps and scoot off to Exeter, still in long black dress and pale blue pashmina. Chris and I discuss cycling and generally put the world to rights, and only disagree on whether cyclists should run red lights.
I am hoping that Ruth and Claire will be wanting this sort of outfit for their wedding in Mirfield next month. Must make sure I have a photo of us to send them
Well, Debs, who is sitting on the train from Plymouth to Leeds? Same carriage, also returning from a wedding.
Ruth and Claire. That's too bizarre.
|looking back at Gig, Mig and Bex as I fly off to Exeter Station|