Next up in the Lovely Weddings collection, we have one of my sisters, Fiona. Her wedding was bloody great fun, and the best man gave one of the funniest speeches I’ve ever heard. Then one of the guests got SO DRUNK they started crying and fell asleep on the table. It was about 4pm.
So tell us about it.
A May wedding with an understated country feel, we organised the ceremony to be on the side of a hill underneath a windmill where my husband and I used to go when we first met aged 17. The plan was for us to lead all the guests back through the beautiful village of Brill on foot after the ceremony, for drinks, meal, ceilidh, then dj and dancing, all at the village hall and marquee. Unfortunately more rain fell in the days and morning before the wedding than we’d ever imagined, so we had to go for plan B and hold the whole ceremony in the marquee. [Side note: I single-handedly saved that wedding by being the ONLY member of my family with a bridal umbrella. You’re welcome, Binnies.]
What was your favourite bit?
In chronological-ish order: driving back and forth to my parents house over the preceding weeks for dress fittings with my mum, resulting in the most beautiful Vera Wang-inspired frock. Arriving at the ceremony and realising all the people we liked spending time with were all there under one roof. Quite overwhelming. Also, waking up the next morning in a stunning bedroom, to bright sunshine streaming in through the skylight and remembering what an amazing day it had been. Oh yes, and I particularly liked the bit when the music from West Side Story in the ceremony was cued up to the wrong section, so instead of One Hand, One Heart [which our dad sings in the most amazing boyish treble, unprompted, at most family dinners] we had Tony getting shot. Thankfully everyone laughed.
Was there anything you’d have done differently?
Decorated the marquee more. We only hired it at the last minute, so had put no thought into decorating it at all. We picked the village because of the windmill location, so it never occurred to me that we wouldn’t be able to use it. I had such a clear vision of how the day would run, which featured only sunshine. [In her defence, they did have a fist-sized mirrorball right at the very top of the tent.]
Any advice for a bride?