When I arrived all the staff were in panic – the chairs, covers and purple bows were all set up outside in the grounds of the ruined Abbey. Of course it rained! It was all hands on deck setting up the chairs inside and draping the covers and bows over bannisters to dry. I took one look, ‘parked’ the harp up in an alcove, and set off to find the bar. It was deserted, all but an ‘honesty’ book. Having far too many strings and a strict music list I walked in and filled a pint-glass with water. The bride was late (very late as it happens as her driver inadvertently drove into well known roadworks costing her half an hour). Finally the room was ready, the bride arrived, calm and beautiful, and the sun shone brilliantly outside. The ever popular, Dodge, hasn’t starred in this blog for a while but he gets a mention tonight. He has pushed the fence over letting Donald and Daphne out again. It took an hour and two packets of cakes to get the escapee ducks back into their pen last week. The theory was to pen them up for the first few weeks to get them used to their new home and then try and let them out in the daytime. They have now left their wooden duck house and decided to live under the tractor.