Big fun in big top tents
A quiet day, with spot of gentle shopping this afternoon supervised by Lorraine, in which we bought a small pressie for Steve and Tasha, I scored a much-needed new jacket and some shoes. Suddenly I get retail therapy.
Joan sent an email containing a picture of a lovely peach and currant pie she'd made, which had us both salivating and was slightly unfair given the pie was in Canada. I like pies. Pies and Peter Kennys are friends.
Off in the evening to Firle, where Natasha and Stephen had got married that afternoon to join in a rather wonderful party. It was a beautiful double peaked tent in a garden. Tasha was resplendent in a lovely wedding gown and greeted us as we walked in. Walked around the tent to find Stephen and congratulate him only to find the French Bloke and Matty Boy (who is of course Tasha's brother). The FB led us past the band but I was seized by Max and compelled to dance wildly with her for some time before I could even reach the bar. Rather set the tone for the evening. First Matie there too, and Graeme. It did my heart good to be among these friends again.
Spent a rather wild night dancing for several hours like Tom Jones on acid. Luckily everyone else was too. Hugely enjoyable fun. Tash and Steve having provided huge delicious cheeses for the evening, to be eaten with bread and fruit. Lots of general liveliness. Matty boy tore his trousers during some species of wild cavorting, and Tasha and a very lively fencing girlfriend conducted light sabre duels. Due to the very loud and very excellent band, and an excellent DJ most of the conversations were of the altogethery leaping variety.
Lorraine had a great time too, dancing and enjoying herself greatly, and as she didn't drink I had the bonus of being driven home. Both very happy to have let our hair down in a big way. Really nice night, on the edge of a village with the Downs and the stars looking down on it all.
Below a snap of the tents in a quiet moment, which I stole from The FB's facebook page.
A quiet day, with spot of gentle shopping this afternoon supervised by Lorraine, in which we bought a small pressie for Steve and Tasha, I scored a much-needed new jacket and some shoes. Suddenly I get retail therapy.
Joan sent an email containing a picture of a lovely peach and currant pie she'd made, which had us both salivating and was slightly unfair given the pie was in Canada. I like pies. Pies and Peter Kennys are friends.
Off in the evening to Firle, where Natasha and Stephen had got married that afternoon to join in a rather wonderful party. It was a beautiful double peaked tent in a garden. Tasha was resplendent in a lovely wedding gown and greeted us as we walked in. Walked around the tent to find Stephen and congratulate him only to find the French Bloke and Matty Boy (who is of course Tasha's brother). The FB led us past the band but I was seized by Max and compelled to dance wildly with her for some time before I could even reach the bar. Rather set the tone for the evening. First Matie there too, and Graeme. It did my heart good to be among these friends again.
Spent a rather wild night dancing for several hours like Tom Jones on acid. Luckily everyone else was too. Hugely enjoyable fun. Tash and Steve having provided huge delicious cheeses for the evening, to be eaten with bread and fruit. Lots of general liveliness. Matty boy tore his trousers during some species of wild cavorting, and Tasha and a very lively fencing girlfriend conducted light sabre duels. Due to the very loud and very excellent band, and an excellent DJ most of the conversations were of the altogethery leaping variety.
Lorraine had a great time too, dancing and enjoying herself greatly, and as she didn't drink I had the bonus of being driven home. Both very happy to have let our hair down in a big way. Really nice night, on the edge of a village with the Downs and the stars looking down on it all.
Below a snap of the tents in a quiet moment, which I stole from The FB's facebook page.
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