So I’m originally from the north of England.
Five miles outside the town of Wigan.
And At Helens
Google Wigan and pies.
They are famous for them.
Wiganers are known as pie eaters
St Helens has Pimbletts pies.
Wigan pools pies
Greg’s ect the list is endless
This is relevent I promise.
So 16 years ago I move to Wales
South Wales it not the other side of the world around 150 miles from Wigan.
So here’s the thing.
Welsh have cheese and potatoes
You’ll see it on menu’s in cafes
Buy it chilled in local supermarket.
BUT IT ISN’T A PIE!
So dictionary says a pie is a filling encased in pastry.
Well it is in Wigan.
But not here in Wales.
It’s mash potatoes with cheese stired in more sprinkled on top. In a dish.
No pastry to be seen so it’s not a pie!
My Welsh hubby thinks it’s so funny
So come on guys is it a pie or not?
And don’t get me started on rissoles!
What a beautiful day on our canal.
This morning I’m sat here writing the hand fasting ceremony for two beautiful ladies I’m privileged to call friends.
I’m a wedding and funeral celebrant and both events are celebrations of our life.
Wedding wise I particularly love the old ways.
Hand fasting is where the modern day referral of tying the knot comes from
The cords used can represent many things from colours chosen and sometimes things used to make the cords with.
The ceremony is bespoke and Taylor made to fit the couple as well it should be because we are all so very different and yet at the same time connected.
This particular ceremony is so very special as the ladies it is for are very dear to my heart.
Sometimes in life we meet people who shine.
The love connecting them is palpable.
These are one of those couples
So today shall be spent weaving magic words to represent weaving for two beautiful souls.
And yet again I’m reminded that life is indeed beautiful.
I am truly blessed ♥️