True Love in Hackney

There are few moments in life when you genuinely want to bottle the emotion you are feeling. A postcard moment that you just want to capture and hold onto forever. This week Paul and I were honoured and blessed to have attended the wedding of our brilliant and dear friends, the new Mr + Mrs D. And it could not have been a happier occasion. Unlike some other weddings I’ve been to, it’s one I never want to forget (although there was some danger of doing so given the ridiculous volume of prosecco consumed!). It was simply the most unassuming and unpretentious ceremony ever, with a resounding theme of true love.

Not ones for sticking with convention, Mr + Mrs D chose a Thailand wedding with a rock’n’roll registry office for the official proceedings. Unfortunately I cannot travel to Thailand, hence the very kind invitation to the legal bit. But I feel more honoured to have attended that than Thailand. Don’t get me wrong, it would have been lovely to have been able to go, but what I witnessed was the start of two people’s long and happy journey together. And that genuinely started with love. What really struck me was that in a room that could hold 40+, the six of us (Mr + Mrs D, two other amazing friends, Paul and I) had enough love to fill it ten times over. And I could not stop sobbing! Happy tears of course. Sometimes you just know it’s meant to be. And having attended more than a few weddings where the husband to be is marched through the proceedings with no idea what’s happening, or is there under duress in the first place, I know the difference. The love that radiated from that pair was incredible, and having met my own soul mate, I was just overwhelmed with joy for them.

In true rock’n’roll fashion, we went straight from Hackney Town Hall to a great pub called Oslo Hackney, where we toasted the happy couple with a shot of tequila! (It wouldn’t be me if I didn’t give you a quick lowdown on where we ate and what we drank, would it?!) So we ordered some delicious bubble and squeak fritters that were served with some kind of braised kale. Sounds uber healthy, which it may have been, but it was also bloody tasty!

After consuming yet more prosecco and producing yet more happy tears, we then went on for a “wedding breakfast” at The Bonneville. One of those little places you’d wander straight past if you didn’t know it was there, I think I may have even thought it was closed. This place is like an old English pub mixed with a run down french bistro, set in a disused dungeon. It’s odd and brilliant all at the same time. (Paul refused to visit the toilets twice because they were too creepy!) The food was really stupendous. Five ordering steak, I went for my first ever try of short ribs. And boy were they good. Accompanied by the tartiflette potatoes (not mine but I had to try), all the food was divine. Seriously, I recommend a visit. I can’t wait to go back to Hackney!

So the newlyweds head off to Thailand in a couple of weeks for the main wedding with all their friends and family, and I just know it’s going to be such a great occasion. Because if it’s half as wonderful as what I witnessed, they are all in for a real treat. The intimacy of this little rock’n’roll wedding won’t be beaten easily for me. It was love in it’s purest form.

Congratulations Mr + Mrs D! x

 

Written by michelle

Leave a Comment