Five years ago, I described a pretty perfect wedding that we went to in Eton College Chapel. One of the groom's sisters has since tied the knot beside the ocean in Kenya: yesterday, another of his sisters made it - rather late! - to the altar of St Andrew's Church in their home village near here. The sun shone. The church was full of flowers, music and under fives (and more than currently the usual quota of us old codgers). No cars were needed to take us to Manor Farm's Dutch Ground, where the sides of an enormous tent were hung with sarongs, and all our family (for a few moments anyway) were able to find themselves amongst old friends once more.