The church where the wedding happened. St Bartholomew's, 11th century though 'restored' in the 19th century. A lovely church. A totally "Four Weddings And A Funeral" wedding, I kept expecting holy spigots and almost cracked up during the singing of Jerusalem, the quintessential British hymn, which was sung with such zeal in that movie. I am not a holy person by any means.
At the reception. Very tall Rich dancing with shortest lady at wedding. She was cute. The food at the wedding was GREAT. It was a good time.
The King Alfred pub where we stayed. See the open window on the second floor on the left? That was ours. The room was lovely. What could be better than staying above a pub I wonder? Your bed is within staggering distance of all that good beer? How on earth can that be a bad thing?
Alfie, the King Alfred pub puppy. He stole my heart. Cutest doggie EVER.
Me in an ancient doorway at St Cross Hospital, a 12th century almshouse for poor men that still functions as it always has.
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