The wedding wasn't until 3 p.m. to that left me with the problem of what to do until it was time to get dressed up and head to the venue. It was still grey and overcast, but I went for a walk along the back lanes. There were paths across the fields, but even if I'd brought my hiking boots, they looked very boggy and not advisable.
First I walked past Coughton Court...
As stately homes go, this is not very large but has been owned and lived in by the Throckmorton family, since 1409. The family still occupy part of the hall though other parts are open to the public. As the family were Catholics during the troubled part of English history when they were persecuted, they did well to hang on, especially as their members were involved in the Gunpowder Plot.
There had been a lot of rain and the river was running quite high at the ford. Fortunately there was a footbridge.
After my walk, I returned to the hotel, showered, changed into my party frock and sallied forth to find the venue. Again the phone app guided me unerringly to the correct location.
The wedding itself had been held at a registry office and only the closest family had been invited. The party afterwards gave plenty of opportunity to chat with my cousin and her husband, my brother and his new wife and also to have a quick catch up with my ex-sister-in-law, who I always liked a lot. Also saw my niece and her now husband, of course and my nephew and his girlfriend. Our son was there with his wife and the children. By around 7.30 p.m., I was becoming peopled out and the disco was starting, so I retreated to the peace and quiet of my hotel. But it was worth the effort of going and I'm glad I went.