Jubilee weekend was a bit of a non event in my household, I think if we'd been staying in London we might have got a bit more revved up about it all but since we were heading down to Cornish lands we weren't that fussed. In fact after spending seven hours nose to nose with other cars on the A303 on Friday we were pretty over it all.
When we arrived in Fowey (just in time following an overturned caravan and much speeding down country lanes) we were totally taken aback by how amazing the wedding was. It was such a privilege to see my very good friends Mike and Georgie tie the knot and such an enormous amount of effort and love had gone into every aspect, it really was awe inspiring.
Following the big day, we still had the after party on the Sunday to look forward to. This was a true feat of Britishness, a rain soaked tea party and a short tennis tournament by the sea side which, of course, everyone got properly stuck into despite the rain.
The party pushed on through till the wee hours but luckily we had chosen our camping spot carefully and we were safely ensconced in a far corner where we spent quite a lot of time chillin' with my godson, little Wilf.
The Happy Couple bestowing the short tennis awards.
So this is the boy, chilling with a beer and a baby in the bag. Both boys were very happy.
And so we started the long journey back to London, past the most stunning road side foxgloves (much more impressive than anything I can grow in my garden) and miles and miles of bunting stretched out across our green and pleasant land.
It does have some lovely bits and bobs, so if you haven't already heard of it then have a squiz.