Right. The prelude to this post is that it’s going to be long, and I make no apologies for that. If there’s a perk to having your own wedding blog it must surely be that I get to jackanory the hell out of a wedding very very close to my heart…

This one’s for you Tracy, Simon, Amber, Uncle Pete, Aunty Jan and Wayne (and Tillie!!) – I love you all…

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So, the background is this. I come from a big, close family. We all hang out together lots and love to be in each others company. As kids, us cousins spent many a happy hour playing together, our own ready made gang of buddies.  As adults we still get together often for ‘cousins night’ and enjoy a few beers and maybe a spot of Just Dance!

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One part of the family lives in Worcester though, so we don’t get to see them as much as we’d like (which is all the time!). The next best thing is lots of trips to see each other. We love nothing more than a surprise visit and take great delight in appearing at each others doorsteps unannounced. BEST DAYS EVER.

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Back in September, ‘one of the cousins’ got married. Tracy. She’s the one that lives in Worcester. I think it’s fair to say there was a reasonable level of excitement about her wedding to Simon – it’s taken them 14 years to take the plunge, so when I, my sister and the other two girly cousins were asked to be bridesmaids along with their little girl Amber Lily, it was a pretty special thing.

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Ever laid back, Tracy and Simon somehow managed to plan their wedding while also renovating their house – a listed building with restrictions galore, moving into their finished home the same week they tied the knot, all the time calm and collected, it was impressive.

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They’re a hard working family and their beautiful new home sits just across the road from Tracy’s parents. Both houses are on the family farm with rambling orchards, rolling hills and views to make your heart sing.

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Given the hordes of Cornish masses headed their way, all the spare bedrooms, local B&B’s and even their campsite were booked up, and as the day drew closer so Kernow invasion began!

As always in life there was the odd hiccup. My sister Emma and her husband Jamie were bringing their 1960’s VW Splitscreen Camper as the bridesmaid-mobile. The poor splitty managed nearly the whole journey then broke down just a few minutes away. Remarkably, the car following them at the time stopped, and out jumped a splitty specialist mechanic, who hot-tailed it back to his workshop and nabbed the parts they needed. Fate?!

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Meanwhile back in Cornwall my poor Nan found herself in hospital, which did change things somewhat. It was already hard to imagine the day without our beloved Paps, but now our Uncle forfeited the wedding to stay at home with Nanny allowing my parents to come up with the wedding cake (my Mum’s handiwork), boxes of pasties and a bajillion other bits and bobs!

Chez Sharpe, we packed up our bell tent, kids and dog and pitched our tent in their beautiful orchard. The days before the wedding were busy with collecting rings and dresses, the putting up of the marquee and general organisation. The farm quad was busy up and down carrying everything from step ladders to candles, always with a bundle of kids…or grown ups… in the trailer having a ride!

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As everything came together the orchard we had played in as kids was transformed into the perfect setting for their wedding. A marquee adorned with sunflowers and hops, a huge wooden bar and tables all set ready to be decorate by their caterers, Paisley Flour. We hung ribbons from the trees, printed table plans and swept the marquee floor.

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The wedding day saw an early start for the bridesmaids, rising with the dawn for us all to have hair and make up. Still calm in the air, but with a definite sense of excitement too. Even the pouring rain wasn’t dampening spirits.

Finally everyone was all dressed up with somewhere to go…

Tracy’s dream was to have shires and dray. Her Uncle Bob (original owner of the family farm and her new home) had lived his whole life working with shires, and horses have always been and still are a big part of Tracy’s life. Her Dad, my Uncle Pete, has always been Tracy’s most avid support with her horsey endeavours, along with Aunty Jan who is Tracy’s long serving groom! Tracy’s achievements in dressage are something to behold, including competing at Cricklands on her beloved Willow when 6 months pregnant!

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The rain poured but as the dray arrived I dashed to the bottom of the road to capture Tracy and Uncle Pete coming down the road on the dray. Perched atop hay bales under brollies, their smiles said it all. I SOBBED (which you can hear in my little film!)…

 

Us bridesmaids hopped into the supercool splitty and soon caught up with the dray. One of my very happiest memories of the day is us following on behind, grinning and waving and excited for the day ahead.

The vicar at the Church was so down to earth and humorous, he really got the spirit of the day and when Tracy and Simon were pronounced husband and wife there were cheers and applause to lift the roof off!

A trundle back up the hill and it was time for the reception. The atmosphere was super chilled and everyone was commenting on the beautiful décor. Tracy and Simon had worked together on their vision for the day and had pulled it off in style. Everything was just perfect.

Food was served and Paisley Flour did them proud with an incredible spread, served on platters at the tables and the delicious food not only looking amazing but tasted delicious too.

The speeches kicked off and to hear Uncle Pete talk with such pride about Tracy was another of my highlights. He’s not one for public speaking but he did the family proud and seeing Aunty Jan in all her finery beside him is a precious memory.

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As the day went on the cider and prosecco were flowing. The evening kicked off with a stonking band called The Festivals Experience and the dancefloor bounced to the sounds of Oasis, The Charlatans, The Stone Roses and a whole bunch of brilliant festival tunes.

After the band was a free-for-all on the playlist and we danced the night away until the wee hours.

Of course, the next day or two was taken up with clearing the site and destruction, but that’s what our family does best. We pull together to make stuff happen, we know how to have a good time, and we work together as a team always.

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I feel SO lucky to have the family that I do, and come what may we’re always there for each other. This has been safely stored in my memory banks so that even now, 8 months on, I can feel it and write about it as though it were yesterday.

Love you long time Trace, Si and the Moseleys xx

And now for the pro pics – thank you to Greg Thurtle for these beauties…

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2 comments

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  1. Louise

    I’ve absolutely loved and relished every part of reading this. Wish that this day could be relived over and over again. I hope that when it’s eventually “my turn” (note to self: must find a groom) that my day will be as beautiful, special and spectacular as this was.

  2. Pen

    Weddings are such special events for bringing people together, and how wonderful when you have such close family ties ready to celebrate! Such a joyful and spirited day and I love the sunflowers which are the perfect choice to compliment the love and atmosphere of the day! Thank you for sharing!

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