On the right side of the fence...

Charlie and I went for lunch with her prospective in-laws today and checked out the venue for next year's uk festivities. 

Being Charlie the garden offers more for pollinators than RHS aficionados, and wildflowers and wilderness over contemporary flowers. She's adamant she will not fall into the hands of the big-W commercial wedding industry.

She's out with her sister at a silent disco tonight. Will they be able to hear themselves speak over the din?