R&B - The Union

Trip Start Sep 08, 2011
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Trip End Jan 08, 2012


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Sunday, September 18, 2011

I'll be on my way to Thailand very soon, but first there was a small matter of a wedding to attend in Salisbury. Rachel & Bolton’s to be precise.

My Mum and I travelled over to Salisbury on Friday, the day before the wedding. We were in Salisbury for 3 days, but I have to admit I didn't’see very much of it. Surveying the scene from the station exit, I immediately mistook a common church for the cathedral – embarrassing? Only when you realise that if you look at a 10 degree angle to your right, the cathedral is clear for everyone to see. Typical Londoner.

One of the reasons we didn't really see much of Salisbury is that the B&B we were booked at was 5 miles from Salisbury. Though the place was good – if you’re interested it’s called Barnfield B&B in Downton – my Mum and I were feeling pretty marginalized (is that a real word or have I borrowed it from the Spanish?).

So, on to the day itself. We woke up to find it was raining.Nightmare! As it was still early (actually I’d set my alarm so that I could watch Australia vs Ireland in the RWC – congratulations to Ireland on winning the match) and knowing what this country was like it could still have turned out OK. In fact, this was the case, as, when we arrived at the venue, the sun was shining brightly.

About the venue: Trafalgar Park, nr Downton. Trafalgar Park was given to the brother of Admiral Nelson after his death in 1805 to commemorate the great Battle of Trafalgar and as a lasting tribute to his heirs. Successive Earl Nelsons lived at Trafalgar Park until 1948 when the estate was sold. Given Nelson’supposed last words, "Kiss me, Hardy", perhaps it’s appropriate that Trafalgar Park is often used as a wedding venue. All I know is that it’s a lovely place.

The wedding ceremony went off without a hitch. Without a hitch? Who am I kidding? As the bride and groom were going through the vows and I heard Rachel say that she would respect Bolton, I could see the light bulb flash above his head as he was about to milk that for all it was worth – I could already picture him referring to her as 'Woman’ and demanding his beer from the kitchen during the football, but then he made the mistake that no man wants to make on his wedding day. It’s such a catastrophic mistake that you can't believe that men still make it, but my brother did. The mistake? He got Rachel’s name wrong *claps hand on head and sighs*. Alright, he didn't actually say somebody else’s name, all he did was get the order of Rachel’s name wrong (she’got three first names). Either way, any leverage he might have ever had in their marriage has now gone, as all future disagreements will now be won with the question, “What’s my name?”

Other than that the wedding went well, the only problem was the weather. It rained. It stopped. The sun shone. It warmed up. It got cold. It rained. It.... you get the picture.

The day after was an open-house at Rachel’s parents. I don’t know what the neighbours must have thought. Trafalgar Park is miles away from everywhere, but Rachel’s parents live in a quiet, leafy, quaint English street in Salisbury, which was overrun by the London Massive (both black and white). A total sensory overload as the neighbours were not only deafened by the noise of West Indian & South London accents – areas where people don’t talk, but shout – but also overwhelmed by the aromatic smell of patties, hard dough bread, curry and chilli coming out of the kitchen. Who knows what the neighbours made of it all behind their lace curtains? That part of Salisbury will probably never be the same again.
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Sun on

I read this one a little late. You may be happy to know that you didn't borrow 'marginalize' from Spanish. As a matter of fact, it does exist.

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