We’re in Stonehouse, Glos., for a wedding. The location was a country house repurposed for weddings and events. It was a Sunday afternoon so our GPS decided to take us via the longer pretty route.
With less than a mile to go we were directed off the main road onto a side street that turned almost immediately into a narrow canal towpath. Helpfully, the GPS said we were 6 minutes’ walk away, apparently forgetting we were in a car.
After a noisy 9-point turn, surprising the lone fisherman enjoying a quiet afternoon on the canal bank, we made it back to the main road and found our way to our destination with time to spare.
The Master of Ceremonies, meanwhile, started the proceedings in great style. Ceremonial Sword in one hand and bottle of champagne in the other, he sliced the cork off the bottle. It flew across the room and was caught in a white towel held by the guest on the other side of the room.
In the picture you can see the cork mid-flight halfway up the rightmost curtain