The planning certainly paid off. It was a lovely day. The ceremony was moving. Part of what made it special were more than usual readings: the bible readings plus some poems. I read (I was so happy they asked) and a bunch of us who sang together at university sang together again for the evening do.
The meal was tasty, and started with a quail egg salad. I’m intrigued by the mechanics of getting enough quail eggs to feed hundreds of people. Was every quail in Suffolk on red alert the day before?