Have sunshine in your heart – and an umbrella at hand – June wedding in the UK


Britain is famous for rain, slight rain, heavy rain, drizzle, droplets, damp fog, which is almost rain, humidity in the air that mists your face, and houses that are perpetually damp-ish on the inside (no I am not just being judgemental) I grew up in quite a good selection of them. I recently spent a weekend in a very big stately home, a non-wedding weekend with friends, and every evening I got between the clammy sheets I remembered my childhood. By the way this was this June, so in a season when it is NOT meant to be damp in a house. And while many English houses are very beautiful and more charming than anything we could ever build here, they often cannot compete with the insulation standards of the houses I have grown accustomed to this side of the channel. And at the end of the day creature comforts are quite important. Draughts and damp sheets can really make you quite miserable…….

Anyway, the English are good at just getting on with stuff in the face of rain, winds, tempests and any other adversity that life throws at them and so you can see proof of this above: when on a recent visit to a Waitrose store in the UK I was fascinated to see a pink stretch-limo in the parking lot and loads of people with umbrellas (always leave the house prepared). I am sure they still had a good time, as an English friend once said, if it rains, no matter, the nearest pub is only a short walk away.


12 thoughts on “Have sunshine in your heart – and an umbrella at hand – June wedding in the UK

    • well there is that, but when the sky is a soft cornflower blue and suns rays light up the cornfields so that they are a glorious tawny gold sprinkled with red poppies and there are fields of green with grazing cattle and Hawthorne hedges and thatched cottages and large old oak trees andthe fields go on and on as far as the eye can see that is when you see the magic that is the UK countryside and this compensates for the odd bit of rain 🙂

    • Hi Cynthia – well as the author of a book called the good home you would almost have to 🙂 not that a home with draughts is necessarily a bad thing, but not cosy at all.

      • Hah but I am sure it was a very beautiful house set in gorgeous surroundings and that is why you fell for it! the english have made it a virtue – I stayed in a farmhouse once, where there was only single glazing, they turned the heating off during the day, the temperature inside was around 15 degrees and it would heat up minimally while the heating was on, even big fluffy jumpers didnt help. I grew up in houses like that and have come to love a house that stays warm if you heat it, my apartment now so well insulated that we dont heat at all -. we are the middle apartment so warm from below and above. In the winter it is sometimes 24 degrees which is too hot.

      • Your apartment sounds ideal.
        In an early chapter of A Good Home, I describe how we fell for every charming house we saw – which always had a problem….
        I learned to look for “charmth and warmth….”, with warmth coming first!

      • I like that charmth and warmth – I grew up in beautiful old houses, with stately staircases and sundials in sunken rose gardens, original windows with diamond leaded windows in elisabethen style, were beautiful, however the houses were really cold in the winter, you could write on the inside of the windows and so I started to crave the small estate houses which were small enough and modern enough to be snuggly and cozy when there was a blizzard going on outside and when you looked out across white expanses of snow you could do so from the comfort of a warm room. Warmth and charm are both important, however, charm does not keep you warm. Pretty much the same with human beings really!

      • So true.
        But I read about you growing up in beautiful old houses with stately staircases and it sounds so magical. But — give me a warmish house anytime (warmish, not hot!). Where was your childhood home?

      • Hi Cynthia, it was magical, there was a stream running through the garden and we could dig up clay and make statues, there were rhododendron bushes that were so old that you could climb inside them and play house, there was the sunken garden and the vegetable patch and a little bridge that crossed the water, a cartwheel hanging from the ceiling was the base for the main dining room lighting, it was a wonderful house, and as a child it was a magical place to play in – imagine fairies in the garden that kind of place. My childhood home was in North Yorkshire in the UK.

      • Oh, wow. It sounds magical indeed. Thanks for your lovely description. We too had a stream alongside our childhood house.
        We also had a cartwheel with lights in our kitchen when we moved to the old farmhouse where we live now.

  1. Fun soggy post– but I’m enjoying your commentary in the comments even more. It does sound like a magical, romantic (but damp) childhood! Would love to spend some time in a place that that. We live in a snug little house i bone dry California– we need some rain around here!! thanks Poli!

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