Our rustic country wedding – across a field of buttercups and down the church path
Charlie
It feels like a while since I posted the last installment of our wedding, and I feel rather ashamed that I’m taking so long and dragging it out – you all must be bored of hearing about it by now. If readers, you’d like it shorter and snappier, please tell me.
One of the loveliest parts of our wedding, is that my parents house (where we had afternoon tea and the reception would be held) is at the end of the church path. This meant, everyone could walk, myself included – no fancy vintage cars frothy with ribbons or stretch limos for me.
Thankfully the weather had been dry the week before our wedding, so my dad had mown a path from the back of their garden across the corner of the field and to the church path.