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Bluelight Crew
didn't I tell you guys to get a room!!!
sheesh..
sheesh..
Ok Strop, I shall endeavor to give you my honest impression of my time in your part of the world as well as the wedding...
My arrival at Penzance was a wet and dark one...was supposed to call Taff for a ride but could not figure out how the phone number worked... so I got a taxi instead...I had a reservation at the White Sands Lodge so I got in the cab and asked to be taken there...the cabbie was a wonderful start to my visit...he said "young lady I don't think you are from around here", which led to a discussion of my origin and how I came to arrive at Penzance. He thought me a bit daft I think..coming so far for a wedding, and a wedding of veritable strangers at that...
My arrival at the Lodge is a blurry one in my mind..I was pooped and taken by surprise. Taff grabbed me and hugged me...and I recall Hen yelling "snicker" and running over to hug me too. Introductions were made to a few folks there including Mother Hen and the lovely little Hatchling, who said she had never met an American before...(sorry Hen for any lasting emotional trauma this encounter may lead to...) I was relieved of my luggage by the lodge owner...and sat down in the bar to get something to eat. I ate and visited...it was clear that Hen was very nervous, and so was Taff. Taff was to go off to a pub down the road for a bit of drinking.and invited me to join the group whn I got done eating.
I did join the crowd at a pub that was a few hundred or so years old...and a merry group they were...and soon a very drunken group...I watched Taff drink beer then switch gears to whisky or scotch..not sure which...and the group got merrier..I was an odd one out..I don't drink alcohol due to having a very bad stomach, and was looked at, I think, as a bit of an oddity, I mean aside from being American..and an obviously daft American at that. Word soon spread around that I had come a distance of about 4000 miles to see the wedding of 2 people I had met on the internet only...I sensed a general amazement all through my visit. "ohhh you are that American who has come from the states just for this wedding...(long appraising look I got used to followed by a broad grin) Brilliant..simply brilliant!! how amazing.." this was an oft repeated conversation, and one of which I never tired."
I sorted my way through accents and a million names meeting
Taff's Mother, who was very difficult for me to understand, it is the welsh accent which I found the most difficult to deal with, there was one man there who I think I never understood a single word he spoke the3 entire time. Taff's Mother I was finally able to get for conversation.
My energy flagged, and I decided I needed to return to the lodge for the night. When I returned The Hen Clan were all in bed.
Next morning I went down and ordered a breakfast. I decided one should eat an English breakfast since it was offered, except that they eat odd things for breakfast...well odd from my limited perspective, baked beans for breakfast is just too foreign a concept. No can do. But I had a delicious porridge and eggs, bacon, sausage and toast with a nice pot of tea. All very delicious.
The wedding was to be at 1pm in Penzance at the registrar's office. I was offered a ride from some of Taff's friends, a couple flown in from Ireland, very wonderful people, world class. So when the time came I caught a ride with them and off we went to the place where the long anticipated event was to take place.
Arriving there..we met Taff outside, looking a bit nervous but not the green color I'd have expected after the prior night's revelry. He was sporting a suit, and looked..well afraid...like anyone looks before they are about to take a big step. Inside, many of us found seats in the registrar's room. It was a small room and so we were tightly packed. There were a few tense moments when it appeared that The Hen might have flown the coup...an Taff, it was explained, is a bit deaf so between that and nerves I am still not sure who he married. I don't think however that he has any doubts. As to the Hen, was there ever a doubt that she would prove to be a beautiful bride? She was absolutely radiate and beautiful...she is a very petite and fit woman, and had on a beautiful ensemble of her own design as we have read about. While Taff seemed nervous to the point of falling over in a heap, Hen was all confidence, and except for the fact that she missed her entrance a bit...and gave us a tense dramatic moment...soon the ceremony was over and we were on our way out and back to the lodge..where what seemed to be an endless party began.
The reception began almost immediately and went on till late*. The food was great, the people exceptionally nice. I met so many and have so many memories of how much fun the people were. I talked to many, often being asked, in a rather cautious and careful manner, how September 11 changed America. I tried to explain how I saw it as best I could. After it was discussed, some offered a toast..to no more terrorists...a wonderful token of understanding and compassion.
I left the next day...without getting to say goodbye properly as I had to get back to London to get ready for my flight out. But fair warning Taff, when I got home and told hubby how much I wanted to go back..he suggested a summer trip with him joining me. You may have not seen the last of this daft American...
* And most of the next day for those of us who had taken a little something.![]()