My cousin B was due to marry J. There were some doubts as to whether or not he would turn up at the ceremony. Rather than go directly to the church with everyone else, I held back with the bridal party just in case we had to cancel B’s walk down the aisle. I was at the scene should someone be needed to comfort the jilted party.

Happily J was there to greet his fiancée and the ceremony went to plan.

The most remarkable feature of the wedding was not J’s non-appearance (as feared), but the huge range of silver trophies on display at the reception. At first I thought that these represented the achievements of the happy couple. I soon discovered that B and J were taking care of all this silverware on behalf of the local Young Farmers.