Ah, Rugby. Not sure why, but I'm sure I remember it as a rural market town of fabulous historic buildings. Someone seems to have erased half of those buildings and replaced them with a brutalist concrete monstrosity known as Asda. Ho hum.
Meanwhile, the band set up in one of the biggest, longest tents we'd ever seen.
Being a typical farming wedding, it took some time for things to get going, from a band/dancing point of view. Most of the punters were too busy gossiping and catching up at the far end of the tent. But slowly they drifted our way, and when the blushing bride reluctantly and shyly appeared on stage with us to join in with a couple of numbers, things kicked off nicely. A very jolly evening was had by all.
No comments:
Post a Comment