What a wonderful wedding
LAST time I wrote about heading north to meet up with our Steve, his fiancée, Miki and her parents, Mike and Gloria.
After wrapping up the column we headed out to meet The Outlaws.
The venue was The Boathouse on the shore of Balmoral Beach, on Sydney’s north, a place where I spent many inglorious nights in my younger days.
Steve and Miki were already there upon our arrival and it was sooo good to see our boy again, after a couple of years away in the northern hemisphere, and also to meet our future daughter-in-law.
Miki is a lovely, vivacious young lady who just manages to reach Steve’s shoulder.
Her parents, Mike and Gloria, were still to arrive and Rita was just a tad nervous. “Easy,” said I. “Have a drink.” “No. And neither are you.” Damn. They turned out to be very pleasant folk. I presume Gloria is because I spent all our time together yakking with Mike.
He’s an engineer with his own business and was heavily involved with the construction of the Sydney Harbour Tunnel. A down-toearth, interesting fella. Steve was at ease as they’d been staying with them for a few days.
After lunch we packed their suitcases into the back of the Territory – just. I was on the verge of sending out an SOS to see if any of you lot wanted a back load from Sydney to Fingal Bay. Miki’s parents have a holiday home there and it was a chance to get to know Miki better.
This is an area I’ve holidayed at numerous times in the past and it was strange to see it bereft of holiday makers, but the peacefulness was most welcome. That is until the second day when a bushfire broke out on the headland just up the road, one of two in our area. Coincidence? Both Rita and I were nervous, having been in the middle of Black Saturday back in 2009.
“This is déjà vu,” I commented to Rita. “I can see myself standing on their roof, hosing it down tonight.”
“You’ll be doing it by yourself then,” she responded.
Worried about things turning worse after we went to bed, Rita was keen – well, not keen exactly, but you know what I mean – to stay up through the night. She had visions of her “wedding” dress going up in smoke.
I pointed out that if things deteriorated the fire brigade would surely come by with lights blazing and sirens blaring to inform us of the oncoming doom. Surely enough, just as we were about to turn in, a brigade truck did just that – well, lights blazing, anyway. It was then that we discovered the fire station was literally two doors up. We slept soundly.
Taking the kids to the airport, we continued north by road. Gee the Pacific Highway has improved. With the Grafton to Ballina section well under way it won’t be long before you guys have plain sailing from Sydney – well, Hornsby anyway – all the way up the coast.
We spent a few days with close friends Chris and Jane at Bogangar before picking up our other two boys at Gold Coast airport and going to Byron Bay for the night where buck’s and bridal turns took place. On the way we stopped briefly at Cudgen SLSC where Chris’s band, The Round Mountain Girls, were singing up a storm.
Round Mountain Girls is a five-piece, all male band. Folk/country music on steroids is the only way I can describe them. Check ‘em out on You Tube. Brilliant.
Just as well the buck’s Bash was two nights before the wedding as there were a few sore heads the following morning.
The wedding was held against the beautiful backdrop of Mount Warning and mother cried. So did I. Steve and Miki looked wonderful and said the most beautiful vows. The night kicked on with great food and music and more terrific speeches – all short, which made them even more terrific. I’m told even mine was passable.
Rita and I were so proud of all our boys and the way they handled themselves throughout the occasion. It sometimes takes a little time away from your family to realise just how much they have grown and matured. Now Steve and Miki will shortly return to London to continue their own lives together in a new chapter in their own book. To Rita and I it is the beginning of the changing of the guard. Love you guys. Take care of you. Kermie (Weight unknown this week).
CELEBRATIONS: Kermie’s son Steve and his new bride Miki.