This wedding had it all … so British I cry. The bunting; grandad’s Morris Minor; the bride with the creamiest of skin; the pub called “The Good Intent”, hats, lots of hats; fields; sheep; a village hall; bad dancing (probably the worst I’ve ever seen but hilarious); obscene amounts of cheese; Pimms; tea; village green, complete with pond and willow; great speeches; and last but not least, no British wedding would be complete without an absolute lash down of rain at some point. All present. God Save the Queen.