I was recently invited to a wedding, which was a lovely honour, and great fun.
It was held in a very new church - ie still under construction, but the bunting took your eyes away from the ladders and pipes.
The pasteur wore a gardening hat, the best girl (and the best boy's waistcoat) wore bright orange and interestingly the choir wore gowns and mortar boards.
The congregation wore every other colour and definitely their dancing shoes. The bride and groom wore huge grins.
