friends

another schoolhood friend says ‘i do’. a crisp winter’s day, thousand year old church mixed up with black tie, all quite picturesque. and with babies at the wedding, this is all feeling definite thirties-territory.

summer and so weddings: to oxford, for the wedding of friends who met while studying there. quite the weekend: trinity college all to ourselves; intimate chapel service, tea and cake on the green, and so on till a spot of punting the next day. beautiful day, touching moments, i wish them the best.

max dep’ing in wedding suit from the day before, set of nicely by the rasta string vest… this is old housemate robin’s (on guitar) reggae band from brum

finally get back to shambala many years after first going when the main stage was a trailer dumped in a field… what a difference. pictured is frank moon’s super talented desert funk outfit in the bedouin tent.

alex the stag is now husband of zoe, and a fine piano-museum-stroke-country-house it was too. especially when you have free reign…

this is, without doubt, the best beer i have tasted in a long time. that level of absoluteness may be the a product of having been drinking for many hours already… but, oh, it was good.

that’ll be the stag with father and friends, toasting it all… and likely calling a shot shortly thereafter.

collapsed, counted the bruises, guitar hero’d, now revived and out for dinner…

ahhh, crawling around in forests, pot-shots through the trees, not-losing-that-game-’cos-we-hid-the-barrel. brilliant.

the central line goes out into the countryside! who knew! fields not the tunnel wall out the windows! rural stations! paintball in the woods!