Today sees the last wedding of the 2012 summer season for me. There are more weddings lined up throughout October, November and December, but this one comes on the cusp of reverting back to wearing socks on a daily basis as rusty leaves begin falling from the trees. It’s been a busy season, there has been a lot of love in the air, and even the perpetually changeable weather has not managed to rain on anyone’s parade.
Hundreds of thousands of words (no exaggeration) have tumbled out of my brain and made their way to a variety of newlyweds. Reports have been drafted, re-drafted and crafted into beautiful books of memories by lovely Leah. Enquiries have come and gone, bookings have been confirmed and my cats have grown fat in the time that I have been away.
To celebrate the end of summer, I shall be travelling the length of the country after this evening’s first dance at the beautiful Bury Court Barn to catch a flight from Manchester early tomorrow morning, adding a few hundred extra miles to the 648,000 miles (exaggeration) I’ve already travelled this year. As the nights draw in and the knitwear comes out, I’ll be basking in the last gasp of sunshine on a Turkish beach, dipping my toes into azure seas and emptying my head of all the clutter.
I’ll be back with a new wedding report to show you and hopefully before long news of a variety of developments around here. But in the meantime, if you feel like things are a bit quiet and you’re missing your fix of The Wedding Reporter, go pick up your favourite book and get lost in the words. That’s what I’m doing.
Until October, my friends…