Here comes the poodle
MY mother had poodles (‘Fancy is as fancy does’, February 2) for most of her life. Before marrying my father, she and the dogs would weekend in the country, where they sat on her peg in the shooting field, ready to retrieve whatever she might bring down. Mid week in London, they availed themselves of any excitement to be had in Hyde Park or trotting down Knightsbridge. Saraband approved of my parents’ engagement and wasted no time in walking my mother down the aisle at St Columba’s (above). The trio were met by the press as they left the church, but it was Saraband who stole the headline.
Laura Shuttleworth, Gloucestershire