This is the Lamb at Hindon season of weddings. I reached that age where I am fully able to identify with Hugh Grant in “Four Weddings and a Funeral”. Everyone I know (with the notable exception of the server) seems to be going down the hall. Luckily, I would like a good marriage. Everything from the hustle and bustle in the back corner of the uncertainty over the muddy field selected B & B. I like the interpretation of the “bread of heaven” in the church, admire the men to run (all married, of course) fits in its morning, a tear of the arrival of the bride, champagne, endless speeches of Hope National Plan allocation (perhaps the man of my dreams to be …?” Oh, Uncle Geoffrey. And dance. Oh. I like to dance.

One of the great attractions of The Lamb weddings is the opportunity for a Wiltshire wedding venue of the country hitherto unexplored. And his’ terrible that we have a “excuse” for a short without break in a nation of their show, but unfortunately, the case appears in these hectic days. So on this weekend, I crossed the border flooding Dorset / Wiltshire for the wedding of a dear friend (great marriage, but if you read).