Saturday, 22 October 2011

Our weddings

 Two years ago, Thomas and I got married. Here we are, landing together on a new side of the brooms. We jumped three times, which isn't easy on wet grass, up a hill, in fishnets, at four months pregnant, but Thomas had a tight grip on me and our dads were under strict instructions to ignore the tradition of lifting the brooms higher at the last minute.

 A marvelous assortment of folk made it up the biggest hill around these parts (although there was a great amount of complaining from some of our city friends), to stand in a cloud, listen to poems and vows (and to make a community vow to support our marriage) and sing 'All You Need is Love' - some adding kazoo accompaniment. Kids clambered about the rocks, dogs chased each other, relatives got smudged for the first (and no doubt last) time, there was laughter and everybody cried - although no-one more than me!

As one of our many personalisations of a traditional ceremony, our wedding cake was a cheese cake - as in, a pile of cheeses. And here we are on top, as modeled by Thomas's very talented sister. (I may have bigged-up my pregnancy breasts over the phone!)

In truth, I'd spent the whole morning wondering how I'd get through being the centre of attention and unable to slink off without people noticing. In the event, the crowd seemed so much less important than telling Thomas why, of all you splendid people out there, I wanted to spend all my days and all my nights; my troubles and moods and joys and triumphs with him. Actually, it felt quite private - for all their looking and listening, and all our welcoming and sharing, no-one else could really experience how it was for us to stand on our hill and speak our hearts.

And this is one of my favourite photos of the day (honestly I had no idea it was raining at the time!):

Famously, Thomas's grandad said it seemed like every witch in town was there - but was told, No, one of them had to be away looking after her dad. I don't think he was impressed.

Later, we had the greatest bring and share feast, danced the night away to The Mordekkers (friends from Tipi Valley in Wales) and, when almost everyone had gone home, we sat around a fire and let the night embrace us. Then I remembered I was pregnant and exhausted, so we trotted off home to find our entire front room full (as in stacked almost to the ceiling!) with gifts. Every time I think of the generosity of so many people (the friend who re-made my dress repeatedly has vowed to never work with a pregnant woman again!) I well up. Blessed, blessed, blessed, and most of all by the land which held us as we made these vows.

A few days later, we did the legal version. Thomas even wore a shirt and I wore a red dress through which Pickle visibly writhed.

There was a tricky moment when we were asked, before we went into the wedding room, whether we had ever considered ourselves married. I guess this is to deal with foreign marriages, but Thomas is the most compulsively honest person ever, so I quickly said we understood that we were not legally married and never had been. Thomas frowned, but agreed that was true and they let us carry on. Phew!

The sun was out and we had fun (although I couldn't look at Thomas as I said my vows because I was heroically suppressing a giggling fit!).

There were suspicions that we weren't taking this ceremony as seriously as our hill wedding, but I can't think what they were based on. Here we are at our tea and cake reception:

And so off to honeymoon, feeling one way of living sink away...

and another roll in...

This year, we had made grand plans to have a celebratory cream tea (click on link if not from England) in the extraordinarily posh hotel a few miles from us. Despite knowing that David Bowie has stayed there, we decided in the end that, no matter how hard we scrubbed, our inherent earthiness would show through and we'd feel out of place. The chances of there being NO mud or leaves attached to ANY of us are small. (Right now, despite having had her face washed, Pickle has baked bean juice on her nose.) So, we ate at a local pub - just the happy three of us - on the day and later shared a meal with a couple of friends at Fingle Bridge Inn, then took a mini walk down the river.

We scrambled about, played Pooh sticks, chitchatted and sat about in the glorious sunshine on a handy log...

...admiring the view and sneaking love glances.

And so the days flow on, filled with art and washing up and colder, moodier skies... and new projects.

I have swum up to the Etsy shore and set up a little camp. There's a link to it in the right-hand column, or you can step through here. To my great delight, only 36 hours after arriving in Etsy-land, I made my first online sale. 'I wish' has been carefully wrapped and sent to its new home. A good thing indeed. Now all I have to do is list everything else - a mammoth task as I'm planning to sell all the paintings I have stacked around our house.

And finally, Pickle was having a happy toddle around our local re-use/recycle centre when she spotted 'Dada':

Arms open for a cuddle, she couldn't resist him. Now she carries Dada around our house and even insists that visitors give him a cuddle. Thomas is delighted that she perceives him as so muscly, and I would love to know his real name. All we know is he's a WCW figure. What a man I have married :o).


  1. Feel quite teary reading that. I love you. And our girl.

  2. Brilliant! Weddings like that are the BEST! Mine wasn't quite so wild (living in suburbia curtails some of my earthier suggestions), but it was in mum and dad's back yard, and we had an Irish band to kick up our heels to, flaming torches all along the fence, 'sit anywhere' chairs and tables out under the stars, and kids rolling around on the grass. Still the best wedding I've ever been to ;-)!

  3. A beautiful handfasting. You have many good memories there!
    Bright Blessings to you all.

    (by the way, the comments don't show up easily in their present script colour)

  4. My Ent, I had a little tear writing it too. x
    Christina, that sounds great - your own wedding should always feel like the best :o).
    And thank you, gz, and I'll have another go at tweaking my colours.

  5. Such a wonderful hand fasting ceremony,and I couldn't tell you were pregnant in the photos until I read that you were. I am so happy that you both found each other and hope you may have a long life ahead of you together. Beautiful woodland photos too.

  6. Thank you Ronnie. No - I don't think my bump was obvious in the green and pink dress - so it was beyond my grandparents why we hadn't kept it a secret! I pray for a long life for us both together. We shall see what the winds bring. Long life and good times to you, too.

  7. What a beautiful wedding...the picture of you and Thomas up on that enormous rock is breathtaking. And I loved your dress. When I tell people mine was orange, they insist I must mean peach. Uhm, nope. I mean fresh pumpkin orange. You're a girl after my own heart.
    Can you explain the antlers? I feel silly asking, but truly have no idea...

  8. Hi Lyra. Orange blows peach out the water. IMHO, peach just blows.
    Maybe I should get Thomas to explain his antlers, but some of what he'd say is that they represent the wilder nature of him/us. Traditionally, they're used all over the place to signify the wild god (read this piece of excellence: and uncivilised masculinity. (Spellcheck suggested 'uncircumcised' masculinity, and that would also apply.)
    I had an ivy circlet, with lavender for my Nana who died a couple of years before, and rose buds for my Grandma who was dying in hospital. So I had plenty of girl power with me to match Thomas's antlers :o).
    Oh, and the blue garter my mum wore when she got married.

  9. What a perfect wedding :)
    I am not a fan of the big white dress own wedding was very small & unique to us, & I wouldn't change it.
    The anniversary sounds right up our street aswell :D

  10. Thank you Julia. I love attending the meringue/penguin do's, but there was never any danger of us having one.
    Our first anniversary was just us and our girl in a friend's apple orchard.
    And today I've been with my man for five years :o).

  11. I know that I am a stranger to you, but I really did enjoy looking at these precious memories of your! Many blessings to you and yours!

  12. Thank you, Astara. I've just come back from a peep at your blog. Lovely to meet you.


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