June 12 2013
Rosie and I have been friends since we were eleven and I’ve helped nurse her through endless boyfriend traumas over the years so it was really lovely to see her happily married at last.
Their wedding took place well over 200 miles away from Manchester, where both Rosie and I live, down on the gorgeous south coast of Cornwall. The wedding taking place so far away allowed us and all of our friends to make a weekend of it so we left our young son Dougie with his willing grandmother babysitter (I know, mean parents).
They married at a lovely venue called the Rosevine, just outside Portscatho. The Rosevine is, quite literally, a big house by the sea, separated into several pretty self-catering apartments. The house is a stone’s throw from the beach so everyone piled down there for a BBQ on the Friday night before getting chased back up the hill by the incoming tide a couple of hours later.
It would be a lovely venue to get married in at any time of year but Rosie and Gavin hit the jackpot with the most incredibly warm and sunny day, even more remarkable considering the rest of the spring had been a total washout before then. There were lots of tears, mostly from Gavin (happy, hopefully) and Rosie’s Ritva and Chenca dress, decorated with row upon row of iridescent beading, sparkled like the sea in the sunshine.
Rosie and Gavin’s friend and colleague Sharon Latham, whose day job is to be the official photographer for Manchester City FC, took all their lovely pics, including the hilarious photo booth at the end of the night. Most of them are too embarrassing to share but I love the one of me and my friends too much to resist (that’s me in the cat mask – miaow!!)
And, as if one fantastic wedding day wasn’t enough, Rosie and Gavin chose to do it again just over a year later, with a Catholic church blessing back home in Manchester. This time she wore some borrowed Rosanna hairpins (which she subsequently managed to lose – end of friendship!) and a horseshoe I made as a gift. So really, Rosie should count as two Silver Sixpence brides (though she’d better not get married again, I can’t afford all these presents…!).
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