Anticipation

Wow, but the M6 was a challenge today. Seven hours from home (generally Bristol) to Askham (generally Penrith). 220 miles would normally only take that long if I were cycling... not that I cycle. You get the picture.

Anyway, delightfully, we are here and ready for the wedding of my mate Bob's eldest, Nick, to Sarah. The venue is appropriately imposing, and the bar is running a tab for someone but not me.

I met Bob nearly thirty years ago, while we were studying at what is now the University of the West of England, and as the old buffers in the class we stuck together and made a firm friendship.

It's a joy to be here to witness the wedding of the young lad I watched grow up.

But right now, I need to sleep some miles off...