The ghost of room five didn’t, as it happened, make a return visit to me in my wedding-eve night at the back of the house. I slept wll last night – that is until about 6 o’clock when I was awke and listing to the sheep in the garden at the back of the house, and unable to go back to sleep.
So I sat up and wrote my diary until I finnally got up and showered, dressed and decended to the kitchen/hall for breakfast.
Emma came down not long after me and we decided to go for a quiet walk – just the tow of us on the morning of our wedding down to the plunge pool and the waterfuall, where we see a Dipper. Em was very excited because she had never seen a Dipper before.
Afer breakfast, there followed a certain amount of manic getting things read for the wedding before the children and Emma’s dad headed out for a walk.
Just a few of us are left to roam the hall, as Emma sits down with Lucy and Katie and my mum to make buttonholes. David arrives soon after and I show him around and then it is time for lunch. Emma disappears up to her room with her bridal party to get ready and I eat mine – hastily prepared whilst Deiniol begins to take over the kitchen – outside on the giant, carved wooden table.
