The day before Jo and Steve’s wedding, during hailstones and sideways rain, we solemnly buried a very large raw sausage in the gardens of Abbey House Hotel in the hope it would bring sunshine. The sausage was named Harold. And somehow… it worked. What followed was a wedding full of laughter, drinks in the sunshine, affectionate mickey-taking and a ceremony that celebrated not perfection, but real life, family and nearly twenty years of loving each other exactly as they are.
