So much for Final Destination – thankfully 🙂 How’s things with you? All good I trust!
Yes, I’m back and just about over the jeg lag. The flight was rather long and yes, we were both nervous. Yet, the Fates smiled and nothing serious happened. Yay! Everyone was fine at home and there was smiles all round when we got back. Indeed, a couple of midweek telephone calls seemed to find Wee Man in unusually high spirits, I don’t know what Granny had been feeding him, but it can’t be legal. (Ed: Child Services, if you’re reading this, that was a joke).
Much as I enjoy a bit of travel – except maybe flying – it was good to be back. Back with the kids and good to be home in your own bed. Sure, meals out and the chance for a drink were nice, but I’ve put 2 lbs on. Bummer 🙂 Oh well. On with the walking shoes and off we go I guess.
The wedding – which was the whole reason we went – was very good. It was outside and the venue looked out over a valley and up into the mountains. Despite people’s warnings about it being bitter cold, it couldn’t have been better weather. A wonderful blue sky and just the right amount of sunshine to keep us all warm. The bride, well, she looked great. It was a simple dress and shrug which suited her perfectly. The groom – like the rest of us – were dressed very casually, but then my friend B. was never one for suits and ties. The vows were said and readings were made. All very touching. I saw a few folk dabbing at their eyes behind sunglasses… including me (natch).
I’d remembered to bring my camera (and charger) this time around and while I was careful not to wave it around, I got a few pictures. Much of the day is very present in my head as I write this. It’s nice to have that record to remind you when the details drift. As I held the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones’s hand during the service, I was reminded of my own wedding and how much that meant. You may now honk into a bucket if you wish 😉
Talking to the locals was interesting. I mean, I think it’s good to know people from other countries. Much as I liked the holiday, I don’t think I’d like to live anywhere other than England. Sure, 90% of the people I meet abroad are pleasant and good natured. Yes, Britain has its fault – and no, don’t ask me to list them 🙂 – but I like it here I really do. I guess living just outside a city is fine for me. I get quiet nights but ‘civilisation’ – if you can call Nottingham that – isn’t that far away. To each their own I guess.
Travel also lets you see how other cultures – okay, western cultures – dress. It’s interesting – at least to me – to see how some trends are global (Uggs) and which ones are more localised. I guess certain climates and terrain put a limit on what you can wear. Equally, global branding and whatnot push trends across the planet. What I do like to see is how a country – or town for that matter – will take up a trend and make it their own in some small way. It’s the little things I guess.
Chams is next week and it seems an age since I last felt the graceful swish of a skirt. Blimey, a long weekend and then a night out with the ladies. My cup runneth over. 😉
[ Today’s lyric: Call the Shots by Girls Aloud ]