Married in a Barn

I've just spent a couple of days in England, attending the nuptials of ajntornj and the delightful Lizzy Lee Stuart-Bennett. The wedding actually took place in a converted barn near Henley, although it was a lot nicer than that makes it sound. It was a long, half-timbered hall with dark wood flooring, hung with dried hops in tribute to the fact that it is now part of a winery and brewery. Everything happened in there: the wedding ceremony itself, the dinner and the dancing late into the night - the latter two of course fuelled by the fruits of the surrounding vineyards and hop-fields.

( The journey there and the arrival )

( The ceremony )

( The photographs and the lunch )

( The evening and the dancing )

( Old friends )

( The journey back and the next morning )

So that was my final visit home from Norn Iron, and next time I go back there, I'll be an Oxonian again. Only not quite the same, because this time round I'll be an Oxonian with a reason to visit Belfast. Here's to a new era of trips in the opposite direction.