DTJ transported all her friends and family to a romantic faraway venue for her wedding. (It was a pity that her groom KJ was obliged to pop back to Edinburgh from time to time for work.)
She (in her wedding dress) and I swung together on a make-shift swing beside some allotments. Then I left her, and wandered up the hill to a poppy field. There a scruffy man started to take photographs of me, with TPR looking on in the distance.
When the three of us eventually joined one another, the scruffy man explained that he would take me and TPR to meet his wife at their vegan bed and breakfast. Their stone cottage turned out to be beautiful, and the food that they served was delicious.
While we were there RG called in to pass a message on to our hosts. He explained to them (but not to us, out of view) that he was heading off to Australia for the rest of the season.
‘That ruins the rest of our holiday plans then’, complained TPR.