It was a delightful wedding – the full Monty, mind you, a whole Mass as well as the marriage service. I enjoyed it so much that I even sang the hymns out loud. I have little confidence in my voice and generally sing very quietly so that it’s not noticeable when I leave out the high notes. I don’t have much range either, especially since a throat operation in 1985. Claire and Gerrit looked so happy and full of love. And the Bob Dylan CD played during the signing of the register was a pleasure too. There was a general hum of conversation in the church during that time, but I didn’t say a word. I can’t help listening to music if I like it.
The reception was good fun too and everyone was very willing to chat. I met a pianist-turned-conductor who is coming to Lowestoft next year for a concert commemorating Britten’s 100th anniversary – of his birthday, that is. He was very pleased to have stayed previously in young Ben’s family home, now a guesthouse. I have heard that it’s a very good one. I told him (the conductor, that is, whose name is Nick) that my father was a patient of BB’s dentist father.
Brilliant run back, took less than 3 hours. We arrived at exactly the time predicted by the satnav when we started off.