There were 15 of us crammed into the town hall alongside the mayor, the mayors secretary and the young garagiste and his bride ( who turns out to be the sweet girl from the supermarket cash desk ). The bride to be greets us like long lost friends - which considering we see her three times a week we might well be. The wedding was due to start at eleven but the mayor showed up at quarter past. He had to go to the neighbouring village to buy a small bouquet for the bride but found the florist was closed. The celebrations started at one and went on for quite some time. The local restaurant pulled out all the stops. A six course meal was produced - cottage cheese, lobster terrine, foie gras, venison, more cheese and then chocolate mousse. This was washed down with 'local' wine. All the guests, with varying degree of conviction, declared this meal to be the finest they'd ever had. A single storey wedding cake - three feet long and two feet wide - was wheeled out on a trolley to be cut. It was a very happy affair.
More about the event tomorrow when Angus has fully recovered from the effects of the 'local' wine.
This morning the PONs are up early. It's pitch dark and pouring with rain outside but the angelic duo are keen to get the day started. Angus could also do with a long walk.
Christmas song #13. And here are some people standing on the edge of a sand dune looking beatific : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eEtUGgBwzEM