My absolute BFF just got married. Eeep! Her beautiful wedding is not my story to tell, but picture the most glorious day filled with love, sunshine and the biggest smiles you've ever seen and you're just about getting close.
What I will tell you is how much fun we had in Stratford, where the nuptials were based.
I'm averagely keen on celebrating anniversaries. And when I say averagely keen, I mean obsessive. You might have already guessed that from my ramblings
here,
here and
here. Which means it didn't take long to figure out that my husband and I turned eight just before the wedding.
So we got down to Stratford a couple of days early to toast our own mini milestone.
We arrived in the midst of a spring heatwave and made our way down to the river. Swans glided along the water, couples serenaded each other on boats and I became convinced that a barge sold both sushi and ice cream until husb revealed that I'd actually misread the word 'slush'. Which was a relief because who wants to buy a 99 with a flake and sushi from the same establishment?
Anyway, we meandered along the water's edge and saw many pretty things...