Rebecca and Ryan’s wedding at the Glendorgal Hotel, Lusty Glaze, Newquay, on Saturday 10th August, with ‘Showgirl’ Lola.
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Following a 16-week wait, keepers at Edinburgh Zoo believe she may be pregnant. If so, one or two cubs could arrive by the end of the month – the first ever to be born in the UK.
In Moscow, the 14th IAAF Athletics world championships began with an astonishing win by Mo Farah in the men’s 10,000m.
Meanwhile in the Duchy’s surfing capital Newquay, Chauffeur Steff was busy running his own relay race in Lola. Silly season traffic proved tough opposition, adding a certain ‘spice’ to the proceedings, as Chauffeur Steff reports…
Today Lola and I had a trip to Newquay. The arrangements were to make three separate pickups from various parts of Newquay and bring them all to the Glendorgal Hotel for Ryan and Rebecca’s big occasion.
My first collection was to be Ryan and the ‘boys’ as they needed to be at the hotel early in order to attend to pre-nuptial formalities and welcome guests.
Lola arrives to collect ‘the boys’.
Ryan was only staying around the corner but I arrived 45 minutes earlier because this weekend was Boardmasters; the international surfing, skateboarding, BMX championships and live music festival.
Little did I know at the time how valuable these few minutes would prove throughout the day. I knocked on the door to announce my arrival and a short while later everyone was loaded up and we set on our way.
Because of the short distance between the initial pick up and destination the volume of the traffic wasn’t immediately apparent, but progressively became a significant worry as the morning traffic moved slowly through the centre of Newquay.
Ryan with his wedding team!
With Ryan safely at the Glendorgal Hotel, I set off for the second collection at The Great Western Hotel, a little further away virtually bang in the middle of downtown Newquay.
This proved to be a bit more challenging; the traffic was getting steadily worse as the international community descended on Newquay for the finals of the Boardmaster’s, which was being played out at Fistral Beach.
Normally this journey would take about 2 minutes but today I was allowing 10 minutes and expected to return to the hotel by 11:30 with our second set of VIP’s. So far everything was going exactly as planned and despite the heavy traffic, I was able to negotiate reasonable travel times and made it back to the Glendorgal Hotel exactly on schedule.
Rebecca’s Dad Brent, with Uncle Dean and Aunty Arlene on trip number 2.
Now came what proved to be the real challenge of the day as the third pickup was a surprise none of the guests knew about.
I was to pick up Uncle Bob, Mary, Amy and Lucy from the Atlantic Hotel which was not only the furthest away, but also the trickiest because the Atlantic Hotel was close to the troublesome Boardmasters location, exactly where all the traffic seemed to be heading.
Under normal driving it would take about 4 minutes but today was different. I set off from the Glendorgal Hotel with over 30 minutes to spare and as soon as I left the driveway I met a stream of traffic, bumper to bumper as far as the eye could see.
Eventually a motorist gave way and I was in. Crawling at a snails pace I eventually made it to the first of the exits I needed.
Things were moving on this road so I was able to make up some ground. It didn’t last long… turning into the next back road I could see that it was jammed. Seemingly, a holidaymaker had parked a large motorhome in the street and nobody could get past it.
A quick divert and we are off down yet another lane and before too long we were back on route. Then about three quarters through the journey, WHAM! Every lane, road and pavement was halted by the traffic. Time was ticking away and although I had made great progress, the last piece of this journey was proving to be the most frustrating.
Eventually the traffic cleared and I was able to get to the hotel. Uncle Bob, Mary, Amy and Lucy jumped in quickly and we shot off. A new challenge was set. It was now two minutes to twelve and the registrar was going to start the wedding at ten minutes past if we got there or not. Apologising in advance for what was likely to be an unusually fast journey to the reception, we shot off in the direction of the Glendorgal Hotel. Darting through lanes, back alleys, over bumpy roads (all luckily for us traffic free) and we made it to the ceremony with minutes to spare.
Uncle bagpipes (Bob) with Mary, Amy and Lucy.
Poor Rebecca was experiencing every kind of emotion as we screeched to a halt at the hotel reception. Uncle Bob, it turned out, was to play the bagpipes during the ceremony. He was purposely kept a secret as a surprise to the guests and that is why we had to pick him up last.
Lola awaiting the bride and groom.
With everyone safely at the ceremony, I took my chauffeur’s hat off and thanked Lola for her outstanding contribution. Even though she is 50 years old, she performed like a dream.
Soon the ceremony was over and it was time to celebrate with photographs. The guests lined up for some excellent cliff view pictures and Ryan and Rebecca escaped for some photos at Quileute Downs and then Porth Beach.
A selection of lovely post-nuptial memories from the day…
Our congratulations go to Rebecca and Ryan – wishing you many years of happiness and smiles x.
All photographs taken by Strawberry Leisure unless otherwise stated.
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