…or, Actually, I grew up in Buckinghamshire…
As I mentioned a few days ago, we were up in Shropshire at the weekend, visiting Walcot Hall, the venue where we’re getting married in six weeks time.
Whenever I tell people we’re getting married in Shropshire, the inevitable response is, “Oh, did you grow up there?”
And I sheepishly reply, “Erm, no, I didn’t grow up anywhere near there, I have absolutely no connections with the area at all, we just found somewhere we really liked there and as a result, I’m expecting everyone to travel for five hours to come and watch us get married up there. Yeah. Sorry about that.”
But, in my defence, it’s a venue to end all venues, and once we’d seen it, there was no question of getting married anywhere else. Here is the photographic evidence.
If you think this looks beautiful (and you’d be right) you can see more gloriousness on their website: www.walcothall.com.