The second May Bank Holiday weekend. Like the first, but gustier. The guys did pizza take-out again on Saturday, minus the awning. Wind caught and tore it during Thursday night. A clean rip about a metre long. We’re awaiting tape to arrive in the post so we can repair it.
Wind is the main enemy of a venue with any level of dependence on canvas – whether for food-service, wedding receptions, shelter, accommodation or all four. We’ve had a few issues with wind damage in the past, notably at the beginning of last season, with the triple tipi. Replaced within days of course, no thanks to the insurance company…
I’ve been thinking about the May weddings held here when we first started. There was no pagoda, so no possibility of an outside ceremony. Weddings then were all conducted in the Old Dairy and thus tended to be a little smaller than they later became. One May wedding I remember very clearly, partly because the photographer gave us a duplicate album for us to show to prospective couples when they visit us. The couple were lovely people and, in the almost two-year-run-up to their wedding, we got to know them quite well. The husband (mine) was in awe of the bride’s rich Swansea accent.
Welly boots were everywhere for that wedding. Little ceramic ones in all the colours of the rainbow and more. Some were filled with flowers, others just placed randomly about the farm.
A few days ago I found the last surviving welly, a green one, tucked into a wall niche outside Ceridwen, our self-catering house. Finding the boot brought back lots of memories, including one of an unexpected arrival a couple of weeks after that wedding, a substantial slate disc with our logo carved into it. The bride’s father had made it for us. I see it outside the farmhouse every day and am still touched.
Father of the bride
brings a gift: it marks the part
we played in her day.