We were very honoured to attend the wedding of Helen Szirtes and Rich Horne yesterday in Norwich. There was a civil ceremony and then a reception in the evening in the medieval Dragon Hall down by the river.
Weirdly, one of the waitresses was someone we knew from Norfolk - Mandy who does fitness classes at Sedgeford gym, where I used to play tennis twice a week. I suffered a terrible wave of nostalgia. I miss that so much. I can't believe it's nearly three years since we left.
The wedding featured star turns by various members of Helen's family, including Helen herself playing piano in accompaniment to her uncle playing a Hungarian piece on the violin. Helen's father George Szirtes is of course a famous poet and wrote a very lovely poem for the occasion. There was also a rather moving reading of Your My Best Friend by Queen. Good luck to them both.
We had hours to kill between ceremony and reception and wandered around Norwich on a very hot and sunny day. What a lovely city Norwich is. We used to go there often when we lived in Norfolk. But the drive to Norwich from Cambridge is hideous and feels a lot longer than it is (especially at night, in the rain). Joad Raymond (who is at UEA) has to do it several times a week and I sympathise.