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.
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.
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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