The Hungarians

You know me, I'm not a great one for blipping people. Or taking pictures of people, really. And I was so disorganised on Saturday that I forgot to ask anyone to take a picture of me and Mr A in our glad rags together. Hey ho. The moment can't be recreated as I've given my fascinator to my niece Z, whom it suited a lot better than it did me.

Today's socialising was a get together at the Yacht Club in Burnham for the close family, etc. People were leaving gradually, and at the end only the Hungarian family were left. Here's L and L, of course, plus B, L's little brother, his late father's widow, and her sister and brother in law, all of whom had come over to the wedding. And yours truly. In a dress. For the second day in a row. I must be ill.

After all of that, Mr A and I dropped B and H at Wickford station for their train to London and on to Reading, complete with detailed instructions about navigating the various changes of trains and tubes at Stratford and Oxford Circus. They made it safely. Mr A and I came back here and rested for a while, before a walk and a horse feeding, and then out for a pleasant meal in Burnham with norfolkdoc and W.

I was shattered and needed an early night.