Warwick (UK), 13/11/12: Arriving at Heathrow airport on Tuesday morning, we were greeted by Nicole’s rellies, Val and David, who were to play host to us at their place in Warwick for the next few days.
Warwick’s about a 90 minute drive up the M4 from London. England’s cool, overcast weather suited me well. I never cease to be amazed by this country’s ability to grow things, though at this time of year there’s a good mix of greens and autumnal yellows, reds, oranges and browns. Very pretty.
Val and David kindly acted as cooks, chauffeurs and tour guides during our stay. Five star service. On our first afternoon we made a trip to the neighbouring town of Leamington, ostensibly for the shops but we also took in some of the local sites – the historic spring and public bath building being a stand out. The spring water was once said to have curative properties. It tastes very salty, as if having marinated generations of Englishmen in times gone by.
At 9:15, after a lovely home-cooked meal (mustard-marinated chicken with home-grown beans and a berry pie), I was falling asleep in my floral-print covered armchair and drooling on my chest, so we bid our hosts auf wiedersehen and headed upstairs to bed, where I slept fitfully until 4:30am. Stupid jet-lag.
Melbourne, 11/11/12: Another day, another meet & eat with the family, now recently extended.
We were out in force at aunty Barb’s place, enjoying the springy warmth and mountains of good food. Dad took the opportunity to toast the 100th birthday of his late mum, my granny, and for the occasion provided a couple of bottles of Henschke Mount Edelston shiraz. Liquid velvet – look it up.
Melbourne: Then it was time to put on nice clothes and take photos.
Tim and cousin Julia were tying the knot at Quat Quatta in Ripponlea which, as an interesting historical footnote, was also the venue for my parents’ reception. But while my folks got hitched on the now all too memorable September the 11th, Tim & Jules were also saying their vows on another easily conjured date – 10/11/12. Should make anniversaries harder to miss.
So here’s the proof:It was a heavily Yuncken affair with a Jewish twist – Tim broke the glass with two blows, then we danced…
…and danced some more…
For the occasion, the happy couple had arranged their own limited edition wine range.
There was much feasting and merry-making. Like all good Yuncken gatherings, it was a pretty special and unique occasion in a distinct and confrontly Yuncken-ish sort of way… Plenty of close, loud talking, the wine flowed freely, the gags were teeth-grindingly dire and the proverbial rug was well and truly cut. Hearty congrats to T&J and well deserved back-slaps to both families.