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This could have been kind of the epitome of a local wedding. The church was just around the corner from Cathy’s mum’s house. We went to a nearby park for the formal stuff. The reception was 10 minutes further on. Local. Close. Simple. But… not really. Keith is Irish. They both live in Ireland. Much…
I could write about how mad, crazy, fickle the weather and the light was. The double rainbow. Lana, the amazing flowergirl, who never, ever stopped – not for one second. The thunder and the lightning. But what I learnt today was pretty amazing. And deserves a moment of reflection, because it should have been obvious….