The afternoon session at the Poacher was a subdued affair, for those daft days of drinking far too much, all thoughts were on the Smithy in the evening, the Poacher was the reception before the reception, a chance to unwind for a bit.
It gave me a time to reflect about what we were leaving behind, I have to admit that below the excitement of it all there was a growing trepidation about what a new country would bring and a fear of failure, I looked around at the people in the pub and I realised that I may not see some of them ever again, a thought that stuck with me for the rest of the day.
That's not to say that there was any sort of sullen mood about the day, it was a giddy time and everyone was enjoying it, especially the bride.
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