A Devon Wedding
Mid-November rolled around and we were off on the road again in the Little Red Mini, actually back on most of the same route we’d recently taken to Padstow. It wasn’t Cornwall we were aiming for this time though, but for Devon. One of M’s old friends was getting married in the beautiful countryside, and we’d been invited to come.
We drove out after work, getting in to our Airbnb later than intended. The hosts were absolutely phenomenal though and even gave us directions when we got lost. Seriously, if you want a nice place to stay in Devon with amazing hosts, Nicola and Simon were top notch. They even left us some milk and a bottle of wine in the cottage!
After getting everything settled that Friday night, M and I fell fast asleep and woke the next morning to last minute outfit ironing before the wedding. Suited up and ready to go, our hosts were even so lovely as to drive us up to the Buckland Filleigh manor the wedding was at, as it was raining heavily at the time.
The couple made a excellent choice in their venue, and the decor they brought along really went well with it.
The ceremony itself felt very intimate, and they celebrated the official union at the end by popping streamers over the crowd from the mezzanine above. The look on the two newlyweds was enough to make anyone’s cheeks hurt from smiling. They were so very much happy and in love right then. 🙂
From there it was dining, dancing, and celebratory drinks into the wee hours of the night! I think we all danced until our feet were aching (and possibly no longer in our heeled shoes), then plopped on sofas and chairs around the house and had the wide range of conversations that come along with any wedding get together. Some of the bride’s family had come all the way from Australia, and had really cool stories to tell about home.
Finally, M and I walked back under a full moon to our cottage, ate some late night pork pies, and crawled into bed. If we had such a great time, I can only imagine the new married couple did even better. 🙂