James
The brand new Mr and Mrs Dougherty arrive at their home, and the venue for their wedding reception, in style, chauffeured by Ross in Richard’s Merc.
The weather has taken a turn which, depending on your point of view, could be better, could be worse. Snow falls steadily, settling to cover the wasteland of mud and construction works. Despite everything still going on, the smooth white blanket makes equals of the beauties of the river, the ugliness of pallets and crates swaddle-wrapped in plastic, the skeleton-treed woodland across the water, and the stashed machinery, timber, piping and ducting.
Someone has run ahead, clearing the boardwalk for Kirstie. She picks her way over the boards, Beth holding an umbrella, keeping the snow from the bride. Charlotte lifts the edge of her dre
