Three days camping for my daughter's wedding. The weekend was perfect. Sunshine, butterflies, a little rain to keep things fresh and an abundance of joy. Jessamy and Joe's delight was infectious, spread by contact and droplets in the air I think. 
The setting was as good as it gets, the smallholding that Joe's mother and stepfather have been working for twenty years. So in the heart of the countryside of Norfolk, they set their course to run together. They were married in a traditional celtic hand-binding ceremony, in the orchard that they lived in when first they met, surrounded by dogs and children, and encircled by well-wishers. It really was the most beautiful, easy, sweet wedding I have ever been to. 
Then, there was feasting, music, a bouncy castle, and a campfire beneath a sky full of stars backed by the whirr of a small wind turbine. Pure bliss.