I am now in Bolton at my sister's, after spending the weekend in Leeds (or Morley to be more exact), where my niece Andrea was married to Aaron Smith, generally known (to our side of the family at least) as Ronnie.
We all met up at a hotel on Friday afternoon. Andrea's side of the family was represented just by her parents, brother Robert and me, whereas Ronnie has a shirtload of rellies, mostly from Liverpool. That was why it was important for me to be there.
The ceremony on Saturday was in Morley town hall, a grand building that could be described as a Victorian pile, oozing the civic pride of those days. All was going well and on schedule until the moment when the bridal party realised that Andrea's flowers were still at the hotel, but some low flying by a brother-in-law collected them and things got under way just 10 minutes late.
Pictures follow, more or less in chronological order.
Andrea looked gorgeous, and together they made a handsome couple. Photographs were taken from every possible angle inside, and also outside on the grand steps, where it was a little bit windy.
Then there was a coach to the reception, where there was food, drink, speeches and dancing for all ranks (at least those whose ears could tolerate the volume) until midnight when the coach came and took us home again. A good time was had by all, except for Ronnie's nephew who was sick all day, poor boy.
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