It has been a hectic overnight trip to the wedding in Essex. But it came with many plus points that made the journey worthwhile.
On Saturday morning, I took Ollie to our next door neighbours to spend the night. I also took his dog-bed, a couple of his favourite toys, and food and treats to last him until we got back. Then I left, telling Ollie I would not be long, and feeling guilty about leaving him.
Once we had packed up the car, the in-built Sat-Nav refused to recognise our destination. I had to go with Plan B. Drive to where I knew the town was, then keep an eye open for the hotel. I am pleased to say that worked, and we arrived with just over an hour to spend getting ready before we had to leave for the venue. The traffic had been reasonable on the 100 mile trip south, the hotel had our booking details correct, and the receptionist phoned a taxi to take us to the village where the wedding was being held.
We arrived on time, as in 15 minutes before the bride and groom. Then we booked a taxi for midnight to make the return journey to our hotel 5 miles away. It was all very nice; lovely weather, guests outside in the garden with a live band, and an official photographer making the rounds for both group and individual photos. We met up with my section of the family, seriously in the minority at the function, and it was great to see relatives I hadn’t met for 7-8 years.
The food was excellent, and after the speeches we retired into the garden to enjoy the cool breeze before the evening disco. I realised that I was truly getting old when the popular dance music entertaining the younger guests started to give me a headache, and forced me to spend most of the evening sat outside where we could have a good conversation without shouting across tables. But that was no hardship, as re-connecting with family was the highlight of the day for me.
When it came to midnight, we said our goodbyes and walked into the car park, hoping our taxi was waiting for us. If it hadn’t turned up, we would have been in real trouble finding another one late on a Saturday night. Luckily, it was there waiting.
Julie had an uncomfortable night in the hotel bed, but I managed to sleep for almost 8 hours. We checked out at around 10 this morning, and arrived home in good time, with no traffic issues at all. Going next door to collect Ollie, he was delighted to see us, and our neighbours reported that his behaviour had been impeccable.
Back in the house, the travelling caught up on us, and we both felt drained. So my apologies that I have not been able to view anyone’s blog posts from Saturday, or today. I will start fresh on Monday, until we leave for the next wedding later in the week, to do it all again much further South, and over more nights.
I was going to cook a traditional Sunday dinner tonight, but we have both decided to send out for Indian food instead. 🙂