An English Wedding- June 2017
The wedding was “brilliant” as the people in the UK say. This was the first wedding on my side of the family since I married Ruth. (Well, other than the weddings of our children.)
The venue was Sherbourne Park: It is worth a look.
We assembled before 1:00 PM at the big house and “walked through” to the church. The service was Anglican and quite dignified, and yet the Vicker had a dry wit.
After the wedding, we moved back to the main house and the marquee (tent). There was an ice cream cart and Pimms. They also had nibbles (hors-d’oeuvres) and we had an opportunity to sit about and talk. It was most interesting talking to UK folks. They found a great parallel between US politics and UK politics.
Then we went to the marquee and had starters.( Crackers, cheese, olives, etc.)
Next was the Wedding Breakfast. (This was about 4:00 PM) Wedding Breakfast was the wedding meal. We lost track of the courses.
Speeches followed. Ruth and I, Rachel and Bobby, and Matthew and So Jung were repeatedly mentioned as the family who came from America. A fellow at our table told us later in the evening that he had been congratulated many times for coming from the US and gave up trying to explain.
After speeches, we had the cake and dancing.
About ten in the evening, because everyone was famished, there was pizza cooked in wood-fired ovens.
About eleven thirty the six of us retired to the big house as we were all pretty beat. The party went on until 1:00 PM.
You Don’t Wear Shorts and Flip-Flops to an English Wedding
On a side note, it was quite warm. John, my cousin-in-law, once removed, and father of the bride was taking some new meds and fainted during nibbles. We were not close but quite alarmed. An older English gentleman sitting with us on the veranda of the big house didn’t even turn to look. He said, “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. I said, “What if he is having a heart attack of something?” He said, “We English do that all the time. He will pop right back up.”
And he did.