But can we dance into the fire

At the weeked, I headed off up to Leicestershire to make sure that oxfordgirl and mejoff got married properly. They did, and are now thoroughly handfasted.

( And there was feasting... )

( And stories... )

In fact the only downside was that, waking on Sunday morning, I discovered that every single flying insecty creature in the county had bitten me. I'm still somewhat lumpy and blotchy. Did they do this to everyone there present, or was it a special effort just for me ?