Always the sign of a good wedding when you’re not sure whether your feet or head hurts most! After a hectic week in the kitchen, we headed off early Saturday morning to Silverdale for a family wedding. We made it to our hotel by midday, which meant we had time for lunch and F1 qualifying before we had to get dressed in our finery.
The weather wasn’t particularly great – wet and chilly after a fantastically warm week was a bit of a shock to the system – but no one really seemed to mind as we spent the day laughing a lot, catching up with family we hadn’t seen in far too long, and partying hard.
The evening ceilidh finished at midnight, but that didn’t stop us as we cranked up the playlist and danced into the wee small hours with a whole host of 70’s and 80’s classics.
A full English, followed by a stroll down to the sea front went some way to putting us right this morning. The skies had cleared, so we had great views across the Silverdale coast and have to admit we’ve rather fallen for the place – not least because it’s right on the Cumbrian doorstep and handy for some Lakeland walking.