The wedding went off without a hitch. Or rather with only one hitch which is the hitching that's supposed to happen. The non-chateau dwellers (we will refrain from calling them the tail section survivors as the Lost metaphor is getting old) came up from the villa/townhouse in plenty of time and around 7;30pm I went to get changed. I'd brought the traditional collarless suit (mandarin/grandfather style) which Kerry referenced in her 'vicars + tarts' speech. It's my best suit, what can I say... and looks somewhat spiffy even without the need for a tie.

As videographer/photographer I handled the tech side and the only annoying thing was that my own video camera somewhat cut off the very top off Kit and Ariel's hair/heads becasue they weren't standign quite where I thought they'd be. Photos were much better. The ceremony was lovely, largely candle-lit with the great idea of lighting candles one by one through the 'audience'.

God bless Dawson for starting his duties by quoting from The Princess Bride. "Mawwige..." surely a great omen of wonderful, lovely things and not a warning of rodents of unusual size. Dawson's speech was informal but poignant and his self depricating humour was balanced perfectly by the serious side of the ocassion. There were speeches, tears, vows and rose-petals and when all's said and done what else do you need?

A party perhaps, and one was forth and fifthcoming. Wine and beer mixed freely. The bridesmaids looked good enough to eat (peach-flavoured?) ALL the ladies looked great: Kerry, Holly, Laura, Tina etc, you looked fantastic. Ariel, this was your day. Guys, we washed and brushed up okay too! There was dancing and smooching and I-poding and can-can-can-ing. Though some energy would be saved for the 'masked ball' on the Thursday night, Tuesday ended and Wednesday began in the best way possible.