Lucy & Martin

It was a blonde bombshell weekend for me, with Lucy & Corina's weddings. Lucy was first up, on Friday. From Sligo, living in London and marrying a Glaswegian, Lucy recently cycled from London to Paris with her bridesmaid Orlaith. Martin is no slouch either - he's not satisfied with ordinary triathlons, but instead competes in the Iron Man versions - 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile cycle, followed by running a full marathon. Every time he visits Sligo, he runs to the top of Knocknarae for some light exercise.

Running was far from his mind outside the Church on Friday, as he waited for Lucy. She was well worth the wait too, looking stunning in her Luci Di Bella dress. After the ceremony, we headed to Tobernalt and Lough Gill before going on to the reception in The Sligo Park Hotel. The promised rain never materialised; instead, guests sat outside and mingled in continental-style sunshine.

A recurring motif throughout the day was the series of caricatures that Martin's father Robin had drawn, which appeared on the invitations, booklets, seating plan, menus, and even adorned the label of the special edition Lumarmacy bottle of red wine. I was gone before best man James's speech, so didn't get to hear him deliver his carefully rewritten oration, which was amended after detailed negotiations with Lucy's mother, Helen. Caroline Clancy of Pink Lime will have captured it all on film I'm sure.