Family Wedding

Hello Hatters,
Sorry about the gap.  Computer problems,  eye problems and as for the weather, well!  I generally lacked inspiration.  However,  I have just spent a few days in Kent, the beautiful Garden of England.  It was exactly the right time to go.  The trees were all coming into leaf, a lovely spring green.  The trees in the narrow lanes met overhead making a pretty green tunnel to drive through and the hedgerows were white with cow parsley.
We went to my granddaughter's wedding. It was like a fairy tale.  The only fine weekend after weeks of wet, gloomy weather.  The sun shone brilliantly.
Holly looked beautiful, her bridegroom dashing, her father, my son, handsome and her attendants, three young ladies and two little boys, charming.  (I'm running out of adjectives).  The wedding took place in the spacious grounds of an 18th century Manor House deep in the Kent countryside.  When we arrived we were greeted by dreamy, romantic music played by a guitarist.  We found our seats  and the bridal party descended the steps from the terrace.  crossed the long lawn and walked along the red carpet between the guests' chairs to the gazebo where the ceremony was performed. The bride's lovely dress had a long train which was held up all the way by my two little French grandsons, brothers of the bride, who later presented the rings to the happy couple.  Amanda read two appropriate pieces of love poetry and soon the vows were said and the ceremony over.
After an interval for chat and photographs we went into the marquee for afternoon tea which was prettily laid on eight circular tables  This was later followed by music for dancing in the adjoining barn.  A stroke of genius was the arrival of the Fish & Chip van as more guests arrived for the evening celebrations.
It was so nice to meet up with so many family members and old friends.  Ten of us retired to our hotel in Hythe and it was 1 a.m. before I finally found my bed but what a lovely day!