Hatched, matched, dispatched

I have, previously, done a pagan version of a christening, and a funeral. This was nicely rounded off today when T and I did a handfasting at the Chalice Well. It went very well - a beautiful evening with a low sunset light. T slightly misread two lines and almost involved us in a kind of Heinlein-esque group marriage, but realised that he was about to marry all 4 participants to one another and recovered in time. Whew.

I am absolutely knackered now, despite several cups of tea in the pub. I am going to have a look at the moon - it's such a clear night that the dark of the moon is clearly visible - and then pass out.