There was a big wedding in our village church with the reception in a marquee which was pitched in a field quite near our house. We heard the church bells ringing and looked out of the kitchen window which has a view down the main street. We became confused. It appeared that the wedding party (200 in total) were escaping in the wrong direction for the reception. The bridal car swept past with the white ribbons blowing merrily (it was really windy) - we thought they must be taking the scenic route.
A swirl of people then dodged the cavalcade of cars and we realised there must have been another wedding in the nearby village and the two parties had become entangled. We do hope that the right groom ended up with the right bride. The prettiest outfit I saw was a lovely black labrador wearing a most elaborate white collar!!! A poodle came jauntily down the road as well. Obviously all dogs welcome at our village wedding.
At the reception (we had a view from our back garden) the bridesmaids in their flowing dresses and other young guests had a splendid time bouncing ever higher and higher on a huge trampoline - I expect the dresses acted as parachutes in the wind!
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