Sinéad's house was like Connolly Station with all the arrivals and departures, as neighbours and relations called to wish her well. It was a similar scene in Ardagh when I arrived as people gathered in the sunny Churchyard on a warm afternoon, until the sound of Brian Gorman's 1929 Vintage Austin approaching sent everyone scuttling inside.
As Sinead arrived to the top of the aisle, sobs and sniffles could be heard echoing around the church. I was concentrating on the photos, but out of the corner of my eye I could see that both bridesmaids, Sinead's mother Mary, and Sinéad herself were having a little happy cry. And I couldn't swear to it, but I think I saw a tear in the eye of the hardened crimefighter Brendan himself at that moment. Weddings are emotional, with moments of joy, tenderness, and love. All of these were on display on Saturday, and it was lovely that in the midst of all the wedding day activity, Sinéad and Brendan were able to have quiet moments together.
The Shamrock Lodge Hotel was looking great when we arrived, with the function room resplendent in lilac and white. A few big family photos and a quiet walk around the grounds with the happy couple before dinner and it was time for me to leave and let the party really get going.