Barely two weeks have passed since our own wedding, and yet this last weekend saw TLW & I heading to deepest, darkest Gloucestershire for the wedding of another friend.

Their venue was pretty special, but I think that the main thing I’ll remember was the mental banjo that accompanied all the travel round those parts.

Yes, the place may be less than three hours from London, but it definitely gave of an air of local… That said, some of those locals were busy pouring alcohol down the throats of us visiting townies, so I shouldn’t really complain too much.