Foxwood Family Steel play Holly and Sam's wedding in Sidmouth

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.

rehearsing

The Pavilion

 

 

 

In Sidmouth.

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.

rehearsal in the kitchen

 

setting up tent

 

 

packing away tent

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.

 

hair-straightening in tent

We rehearse at Kennaway House, then play as guests assemble for the wedding: Skinny Love, then Kanon while they sign, then Hey Yah.

 

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

selfie in Sidmouth

 

 

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