One gig, one wedding and two injuries…

27 May

We had been looking forward to this bank holiday weekend for a while, featuring as it did a friend’s wedding, to be held in a beautiful RHS (Royal Horticultural Society) garden that we’re lucky enough to have nearby, here in North Devon.

But that wasn’t to be until Sunday lunchtime and I hadn’t got anything else planned, other than a spot of payday weekend shopping for a wedding present and a smart pair of black jeans to go with my jacket for the wedding.
And Elaine needed shoes.

As it happened she didn’t find any, but while she was searching for them I retired to the pub to escape the hordes of grockles in the high street and while I was there I bumped into an old friend, one who had starred in a previous post, the one with the samurai sword.

I was sitting on the decking, enjoying the sunshine, when I heard a familiar voice loudly proclaiming that;
– “I don’t go looking for trouble you know”
I couldn’t resist;
– “No, it just comes looking for you doesn’t it Terry”
– “That’s right mate. See?”, he said to his unseen companion “I told you, it’s not my fault”
– “It just better not come looking for you when you’ve got a sword in your hand though, huh?”, I hazarded.
“Oh THAT’S RIGHT, bring THAT up again why don’t you!” he shouted in (I hoped) mock-outrage.

His displeasure vanished as quickly as it’d appeared however, leading him to regale us with another episode of DIY surgery-themed lunacy;
Whilst showing off his authentic, razor sharp, Japanese katana samurai sword to his girlfriend’s young daughter, Terry drew the lethal blade vertically out of its scabbard, holding it in front of him.
Unfortunately for him, he had neglected to check which way round the blade was facing before doing so and, as the weapon came free of its cover, the end of it sliced up the front of Terry’s stomach.

Now, far be it for me to cast aspersions on his character, but I suspect that he may have consumed a few beverages prior to his impromptu disembowelment exercise, rendering him mercifully anesthetized and, as his girlfriend put it when she arrived mid-way through the tale;
– “I said “For fuck’s sake Terry, you’ve cut your stomach open” he just looked at me and said he was fine. I said “look, you’ve cut right through your t-shirt and your stomach” but he was pissed and just told me not to be so bloody stupid”
Terry then returned to the conversational fray;
“Brand new bloody Animal t-shirt it was too. Anyway I went to bed, coz I’d had a few drinks, and when I woke up I couldn’t move. Couldn’t roll over. I’m lying there on my stomach going (shouting) “Kelly! Kelly, I can’t fucking move!””
Kelly interjected again at this point;
“And I said “That’s because you cut your stomach open last night and the blood’s stuck you to the sheets”

Nobody likes an I-told-you-so.

It turned out, when they finally reached the hospital, having peeled him off the bedsheets, that had he gone there the night before, they would probably have stitched him up. As it was, lying face down and unconscious for several hours on the clean cut inflicted by the deadly blade had effectively sealed the wound and he required merely to be taped up and sent on his way with, no doubt, weary shaking of heads and amusement from the hospital staff.

As we were there and she had our attention, Kelly also proceeded to tell us of the time Terry had thought it deeply amusing to push her out of bed in the morning, sending her sprawling naked on the floor.
Waiting until he had nodded off again, Kelly returned to bed and after a suitable period to lull him into a sufficient sense of security, turned side-on and used both feet to propel him bodily out of bed and onto the floor.
At least it would have been the floor, had Terry not left an empty pint glass next to the bed the night before.
As Kelly cheerfully explained;
“He was bent double in the corner of the bedroom for about half an hour going “Oooooph! Oooooph!”, it was hilarious. When we got him up the hospital the doctor said it was lucky it wasn’t a cheap, thin glass, it would have smashed and killed him instantly. But it’s ok, it was a good strong one, it broke three of his ribs instead”

Well, quite.

As if that wasn’t enough entertainment for one day, that same evening, as I was waiting for a takeaway, a rare payday treat, friend, ex- colleague and musician Steve Conway strolled past and asked if I fancied going to see a band in town that night.
So Friday night, I was in the upstairs room of a local Mexican restaurant called Jalapeño Peppers, listening to the angular and energetic indie rock of a band Steve had been a member of last time I’d seen them, CAPTAL.

It was a really good set, the evening having what Steve described as “an historic feel”, so if they suddenly hit the big time tomorrow, we can say we were there at their breakthrough gig.
Anyway, check them out at the link above and here are a few photos I took on the night.





And so finally to the main event, Jon and Lisa’s wedding.
Sadly the weather let them down, as it veered between overcast and downright wet all day on Sunday, meaning the wedding photographs had to be cut short.
This was especially unfortunate given the setting, RHS Rosemoor, a large and beautifully maintained garden in Torrington.
They had chosen to have the ceremony in the thatched building in the English Cottage Garden and though the rain kept off just long enough for them to tie the knot, immediately afterwards the skies opened and we all made a dash for the extremely enjoyable reception, but not before I’d taken a quick, damp stroll around some of the grounds to take a few snaps.

So here’s a brief taste of Rosemoor in the rain, starting with the picturesque thatched hut where the ceremony took place..


…which stands in amongst the lush planting of the cottage garden..



..with its ornamental pond and pergola..



…and as part of a Tolkien exhibit that is currently on show throughout the grounds, an unexpected guest watched from the roof of a gazebo.


There are more formal parts of the garden too, bisected by imposing avenues of clipped hedging…


..leading to distinct “garden rooms” such as the formal rose garden and the vivid and eclectic planting of the sunken garden.




It was a pity the English bank holiday weekend weather made us cut our visit short, but I will return in the summer when the sun is out to give you a more extended view of Rosemoor. In the meantime, if you want to visit and see for yourself, click on THIS LINK or the one above and discover the other delights this beautiful place has to offer.

{The Tolkien exhibit runs until the end of August}


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10 responses to “One gig, one wedding and two injuries…

  1. Ron

    May 27, 2014 at 00:42

    Dale, the garden in which your friends got married is freaking breathtaking. WOW! What stunning grounds.

    I am so loving the dragon on the roof of the gazebo. It’s brilliant! Also, that pond with the floating lily pads is magical!

    What impresses me the most about this garden is how perfectly manicured everything is. Those hedges are shaped perfectly!

    And I can only image what a beautiful place this was to get married in, regardless of the rain.

    Cool shots of the band playing too. Especially love the black and whites.

    • dalecooper57

      May 27, 2014 at 14:51

      Thank you Ron, I see we’ve both gone the flowery route this week.

  2. Adam Pain

    May 27, 2014 at 11:16

    a twisty turny, highly amusing, crafty little number with bonus beautiful photos. Hooray!

    • dalecooper57

      May 27, 2014 at 16:10

      Cheers Adam, never knowingly linear, you know me.

      • Adam Pain

        May 27, 2014 at 16:11

        Haha! Indeed I do sir. Bravo!

  3. steph

    May 29, 2014 at 01:26

    What a beautiful spot for a wedding- and that gazebo dragon! The Terry stories are great and now I’ve learned about ‘grockles’


    • dalecooper57

      May 29, 2014 at 10:23

      Thanks Steph, it is a gorgeous place, although not quite so good when filled with grockles. But then, what is?

  4. restlessjo

    May 29, 2014 at 20:42

    Love the dragon! 🙂 All’s well that ends well.

  5. jerseylil

    May 30, 2014 at 08:55

    Congrats to the happy couple! There’s an old wives’ tale that rain on a wedding day brings good fortune. How lovely to have the ceremony in the thatched building of the English Cottage Garden in the beautiful setting of Rosemoor. Gorgeous photos, Dale! The greens are so lush, love all the landscaping, the pond and pergola. Nice that they had a Tolkien exhibit on the grounds too. Thanks for posting the link.

    It’s always fun to run into old friends and I remembered your previous posts. Ouch about Terry slicing his stomach like that, and then later the broken ribs. What stories! Also nice that you ran into Steve. Enjoyed the photos of the band.

    • dalecooper57

      May 30, 2014 at 12:38

      Thanks Lil, I’m sure the happy couple will be even happier to hear that.


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