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The Hall, West Bridgford. From aftnn.org.
Wedding Rooms
On Friday we visited West Bridgford Registry Office to give notice of our wedding. Had to wade through a little red tape, but nothing complicated. Once the formalities were out of the way, and we’d handed over our money, we were shown the room where the ceremony will take place. I was impressed. I didn’t know anything about how a civil ceremony works, but I had the feeling it would be a fairly nondescript occasion – “Do you? Do you? Sign here.” – that sort of thing. The Wedding Room is nicely decorated, albeit in a colour scheme that’s made me think twice about my black/red theme. There are plenty of options available to make the ceremony special and to put our own stamp on the occasion, which is nice, but I think it’s scaring Michael a little. He’s worried what I might get him doing, and more frightened then ever that I’ll make him wear a top hat and leather trousers. Although I’d like to add a few touches to the event that will make it uniquely ours, he’s got nothing to worry about. After the Registry Office we headed up north for a visit with the people who will soon officially be my parents-in-law, Irene and Tim.
“I have a mother-in-law! No more living vicariously through my girlfriends!” – Marge Simpson
Blooms
On Saturday we took a trip out to the beautiful villages near their home. Every time we do this journey, I can never be exactly sure where we are, because all it takes is one turn off a main road and whoops, there goes civilisation, and suddenly we’re swerving to avoid sheep wandering in the road. Our first stop was Middleton in Teesdale, a lovely little village with little shops, nice little cottages and clean public toilets (a novelty where I come from). We had a wander round, and then headed off for lunch at the Moorcock Inn. I had a stilton parcel – a fillet steak stuffed with stilton. Yum.
With full bellies and a desire to get some of it walked off we then went to Barnard Castle, in search of bridal flowers. No luck finding any, as all the shops Irene suggested we looked in had shut down and moved on. We had a quick walk round, including a nosey round The Hayloft, a shop on 3 floors containing all manner of old bits and bobs, including a vintage TV set from (rough guess) the ‘60s.
When we realised that there were no suitable weddingy stores in Barnard Castle, Irene and Tim pondered several options for buying artificial flowers. Yes, artificial flowers. I’m not paying £50/£60 for a fresh bridal bouquet that won’t last beyond the wedding, when I can buy artificial blooms from several places and make my own unique weddingy thing. I like saying weddingy, it’s fun. We ended up in a garden centre in Northallerton, where I bought a selection of flowers in varying shades of pink, which may mean I have to buy another top. Ho-hum, it’s all good fun.
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Broad Walk, Buxton from www.roseleighhotel.co.uk
Derbyshire Honeymoons
Finally, a decision! After a week of dithering over destinations like Center Parcs, Lincolnshire and York, we’ve settled on two nights in Buxton, at the Roseleigh Hotel. Looking forward to spending our first few days as a proper married couple in this lovely spa town.
More next week as I carry on hunting for fun weddingy craft stuff, and start looking for shoes. Gripping, isn’t it?
Until then,
Bride-to-Be
Sam “Unlike most women I hate shopping for shoes†Harris