Monsoon Wedding Part 2

I’m pleased to report that it didn’t rain and nor did the flowers die in the sweltering 30 degree heat was Portugal this last weekend. All went more than well, despite a few set backs; the Scabias arrived either dead or just as buds, the waxflower was pinky red, not creamy pink and a whole load of strange green lantern-like flowers arrived from the supplier as an apology. I guess it’s the thought that counts. It didn’t matter though, as by the time I came to inspect the bought stuff, I was already way too excited about the foraged stuff to care about the lack of cultivated stock I’d managed to get hold of. The important thing was that I had some beautiful roses, a car load of wild fennel and grasses that I’d cut from the coastal road verge on the way there and as far as the eye could see; amazing pine, Eucalyptus globulus and olive, all ripe for the picking. In the end the balance was right; the perfect combination of Portugal and England – just like the bride and groom.