First bank holiday weekend of the year (was it? Feels like it was, and I can’t be bothered to check the calendar), first wedding of the year that wasn’t my own, and in fact first wedding at all since my own. This was then followed by another wedding 3 days later but that’s too many weddings for one post, so lets just concentrate on the first.
A genuine English country affair, with quaint village church where the bride grew up then reception in the lovely Walton Hall.There was of course champagne, which is the only drink of which I have a picture.
And later, after some Bordeaux with dinner, there were many many white wine spritzers. This has, much to my ongoing surprise, become my default drink of choice when I’m going to be surrounded by booze for many hours. Even in my newly moderate state, it’s completely unrealistic to think that I’m going to be able to spend the majority of a long, well-catered wedding or party without a drink in my hand, if only through force of habit. I’m very good at drinking water in-between drinks but tend to neck it and find myself irritatingly quickly with a proper glass back in my hand.
It’s easy to justify a spritzer with the vast majority of wine served in pubs and bars. There was a very decent Chilean oaky chardonnay served with the wedding dinner which didn’t work at all due to it having some taste and character, but luckily the hotel bar had a much blander pouring wine which actually tasted alright spritzed down with soda. So, a fantastic evening and not too much of a hideous head the next day, no thanks to the very polite and over-generous barman who I spotted, around 2 hours into the evening reception, working on a 96% wine, 4% soda ratio.
We took maybe the best decision ever and went for a second night at the hotel which meant we could spend the day after the wedding relaxing and enjoying the grounds, rather than dragging our hungover selves and over-stuffed suitcases back to London. The only eating option was the hotel restaurant – unfortunately over-priced and over-ambitious, but it did feature a really friendly and personable waitress, and a pretty tasty bottle of Adelaide Hills Pinot Gris. This is a pretty interesting choice to find on any list, and was a great choice with a range of dishes – fresh enough to match a gorgeously sunny evening (this was after all the Bank Holiday Of Sun) but had a tiny touch of spice or savouriness on the finish.
A post of facts rather than analysis or insight, but you’ll have to forgive me, I’m not feeling terribly inspired tonight. Also, Nashville is just starting, and there is very little that can keep me away from close harmony, cowboy boots and high drama.