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March 15, 2011

Escapism cont.

The scene is set;
The guests are met;
the bride-
groom's doors are open wide ... metaphorically speaking. 
Time for a wedding:
in a beautiful garden somewhere above Plimmerton; time for friends to gather from across the country and around the world, to celebrate the union of Lovers.

Refreshments are served:

Mussels steamed in a bush bath over an open fire; iced-tea, fruit punch and sorbet.  Not to mention champagne delivered on trays by dashing waiters in white and burgundy.

The Britannic Bedlam Morris Gentlemen, always versatile, bear in on a litter, their fellow Gent: Peter the Groom, 

To wed fair Debs: the Bride.

Wedding vows, sealed with a kiss.

Let the entertainment begin!

He, a Britannic Bedlam Morris Gentleman; She, a White Rose Morris Lady and both, members of Red Hackle Pipe Band.

And something a little different - Maypole dancing.

Further demonstrations of skill...                                                              

The garden itself is a place to explore. 

But what would a wedding be without a cake?

With just a little link to the Skudder House, some light hearted frivolities - also known as Morris Presents - flanking Peter 's and Deb's wedding cake, which is topped with the Caravan of Love. 

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