The wedding

An autumn wedding looked back on in a couples twighlight year

The Wedding

The October storms that had smashed and battered the Cornish coast had abated,

Sun shone through the chinks in the black storm clouds sending sunbeams down to the drying earth and there was a magnificant and vibrant rainbow over the church,

It was to be the wedding of the year let alone a party to remember almost everyone the couple knew would be there,

The string quartet two violins, a cello and a flautist played air on a g string by Bach for her arrival, situated in the top right corner beneath the dias next to the beautiful pipe organ,

The sweet music filled the huge church that was chosen for its capacity rather than faith she was traditionaly late except she was almost an hour late,

She had even had the bishop worried and nervous let alone the groom who had been ignoring the whispers of shes’ not coming from the packed church,

He had begun to wonder the same himself after all she had thrown a tantrum the day before and called it all off the last words he said to her were well I’m going to be at the church hopefully I will see you there,

It was the largest in town to accomodate the throngs of people, they had invited everyone to avoid upsetting people and they had all but turned up,

The congregation stood and she glided in escorted by the bridesmaid throwing petals before her, the young man on her arm was the reason for the hurried nuptials and change of venue,

Handsomely dressed in his ceremonial scarlet red uniform complete with bearskin, his medals glistening and sparkling proudly he walked his sister down the aisle and handed her over to the beaming groom he would be heading off to Afghanistan a few days later,

She had cried each and every step as the wedding party had gracefully moved in time to the music floating through the church, gasps, whispers, smiles and nods of aproval followed her,

The ceremony itself  took place on the dias so all could see it flew by in a whirl of emotion the first hymn was Cat Steven’s version of morning has broken followed by the address,

The musical interlude  a huge Welsh tenor beautifully sung Ave Maria the notes that came out of that rugged frame were purely magical there wasn’t a dry eye in the house,

They didn’t fluff their lines or burst into giggles at the sombre moments like they had during rehearsals the throng of people were forgotten and they only had eyes for each other Pacciabellis Canon in D major erupted from the quartet as they went to sign the register, Photos were forbidden until the end of the ceremony, The roof was nearly blown off by the rendition of Jerusalem the final hymn the organ at full pelt complemented by the quartet the notes vibrating almost shaking the church with the congregation in full song, it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up,

When they were pronunced man and wife it was the most delicate and gentle of kisses not a sloppy full on snog which brought smiles and more tears along with ahhhh’s from the onlookers,

Trumpet Voluntary played them out proud and beaming they moved as one out of the church, outside the dull, heavy and overcast skies had been broken up by the shinning sun with long fingered sunbeams touching the earth, there was a glorious rainbow over the church and the air was still, congratulations, smiles hugs and kissess,

The photos took and absolute age, onto the reception for a night of revelry transported in an open top Jaguar E type decorated in ribbon driven by a short and gruff man in his Cornish tartan,

He looked across at her, grabbed her hand and held it gently, Yes dear I do remember it well October the sixth dear,

It wasn’t it was October the seventh he never did get that date right even after sixty years,

She smiled and feigned annoyance leaned over and kissed his forehead, they snuggled down in their chairs and slept hand in hand.

When they woke they were young again dressed in their wedding attire, They held each others hands and smiled he turned to the couple sleeping soundly ahhh bless I wonder if we would be like them she beamed back at him and replied maybe.

Author's Note

re jigged made a faux pas on the composers kindly pointed out and rectified

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

What a wonderful, memorable wedding. The scene you set, the music--even the car were all very special. One thing I must point out-- "Air on a G String" was written by Bach.

[Stanley Wilson]

Thanks for the review will rectify the blip