queen 5

There’s always a lull at some point in weddings. Between getting from the church or registry office to the place where the reception’s going to take place. In this instance there’s a perfect solution to this lull. We all head off to The Queen for a quick couple of sneaky pints. There’s probably about two dozen of us, soaking up the September sun in the front garden. Everyone’s dressed like they should be. The stolen hour glows through the day. Strangers talk to neighbours like long-lost friends. Long-lost friends lurk in the back garden. The past bends to the beauty of the future.