On Saturday, after the snow had stopped and the 4x4s had managed to get everyone to the church, the Harrys were married: Harry Cunningham to Harriett Calaghan in a lovely ceremony. Their little nieces and nephews served as bride's maids and groom's men. The vicar referenced grafting of plants together-- he is a gardener and she a florist after all. The hymns were Christmas carols. And at the end of it, the bells rung out to say that indeed the wedding, despite the weather, had gone off. And a landrover lift back to King John's Lodge (where our wedding was) for a winter wonderland. The marquee was straight out of Narnia and the theme: a partridge in a pear tree. We were at Table 9 ladies dancing, appropriate since Will and Andrew were in skirts, I mean, kilts. Dinner was locally-shot partridge with a pear dessert following.
And though the wedding was at 3:30 and the reception immediately afterward, the sky was dark.
King John's Lodge at 12 noon
The bride with one of her maids, Annabelle
King John's Lodge, 4:30 pm. 
The marquee--it was really quite something.
Inside
our table
There is now an 8th Mrs. Cunningham
Lori, Edward, and I 
Andrew and William 
Showing some leg and shaking a tail feather
The first dance
At the reception (and yes, I had long underwear on underneath as it was -15 Celsius.)
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