Took some finding

The 2nd September 1977 was my wedding day, it was a small wedding, buffet back at mums, cake made by a neighbour, dress bought earlier the same week at Richards Shops.
It was a lovely day and although we didn’t tell anyone other than the few family and friends that were invited my cub pack turned up and were waiting outside when we left. The best man took the photos and he was rubbish, he managed to miss feet off most of the photos. We never celebrate the day, well at 25 years we bought a silver sports car and at 40 years we did a trip away in a very expensive hotel, but usually nothing. So today I decided to look through the photos and couldn’t find the tiny album, just had another look in a couple of cupboards and found it. They really are bad, but it brought a smile looking at the outfits, my feather and the cubs.
Run this morning, then sorted the camper and put the kayak on the roof ready for Saturday. Walked round the park with daughter and dogs, it was a lot quieter today and lots of squirrels for the dogs to chase.