Martin and Anne got married in Dunshambo over the weekend. It was a moving Irish Catholic service followed by a rowdy 12 hour reception in Carrick-on-Shannon. I was glad to get to sleep the day after. Flying back into London was delayed several hours by the unusually fierce storms so I managed to make a great impression on my new boss by getting in late for work. But then again, I went to work on the Friday when I should have flown out the day before. It all balances out.
I just wish that Martin and Anne find such a balance in their lives because they really do deserve every happiness.
Photos are scant but the few I did take are here.
