Maine - Part 5

Finally the big day arrived and dawned in less than optimum condition (aka it was sluicing it down) but fortunately the weather gods interfered and by lunchtime the rain had gone, the clouds had lifted and a lovely day had arrived.

To much relief he managed to find the ferry dock for the trip over to Little Cranberry Island from Mount Desert Island
and despite some moments of alarming chop managed to keep his breakfast down.

The church itself is a splendid little wooden number packed full of rural American charm and that just about sums up the service too. With Skinny Chris, t’other Chris and Corbett’s band getting the crowd going and Bill and Amy arriving together with the entire congregation singing matters kicked off well and with the splendid Mayur officiating admirably it just got better. One of the loveliest weddings your correspondent has attended.

The reception was a similar simple affair but cracking fun with the usual inordinate quantity of booze consumed. Worryingly on this occasion just enough to encourage him to accept the offer of the open mike and offer his own homily to the newly weds…oh dear.

Words cannot do it real justice (well certainly the words of this humble wordsmith) and so let us just record that as he staggered into the night he was heard to mutter “Lovely, just lovely…hic.”