Yesterday morning we drove to Kelso, in the Scottish Borders, for my first cousin Robin’s wedding.
They were married in Kelso registry office — my first ever attendance at a registry wedding — and then held their reception in the village hall in nearby Smailholm.
The highlight of the day, as far as the boys were concerned, was the bouncy castle in the hall grounds.
I spent most of the afternoon supervising our three. Isaac, especially, was really tired so every half hour or so he and I trotted across the grass to our car parked opposite the bouncy castle so that he could have a lie down in the temporary bed that I’d created for him in the boot of our Citroën Grand C4 Picasso.
It was a day of love and family and laughter… and a lot of bouncing.