I love to cry at weddings.......and laugh

Slight change of direction in as much as this is an opportunity to look at other people's creativity
Last weekend our local village church had a 'Scarecrow Wedding' to raise funds. Various parishioners had made scarecrows which filled the church and grounds to enact a wedding.

At the gate a chimney sweep waited to greet visitors and at the porch a photographer was snapping away. The exhibition attendants had dressed appropriately in a lovely 'two piece' as the elderly lady called it and her husband was dressed in his best suit with a rose in his button hole.

The bride and groom waited at the altar


with the Vicar in attendance


and the Best Man to one side

other guests looked on proudly..........



a rather hirsute medallion man

a mother and baby

and her small daughter

Much to everyone's embarrassment Grandma seemed to have already made the most of the champers

The creativity, ingenuity and humour in all this work was lovely. I always enjoy such quintessentially English events. There's a gentleness and civility about the whole thing and they bring together a whole range of ages and aspects of a little community like ours. In addition there was tea and cakes and bric a brac ---- you already know my penchant for a bargain and a little Victorian gold broach, two hardback books and a nearly new Spirograph for daughter all at £1.50 hit the spot and I only had to travel 3 minutes drive away.

What more could you ask for ?

I know the layout of this post is dreadful but Blogger is playing me up endlessly today and I just don't have the enrgy to try and rectify it again: bloody Blogger !!!