I see that Dorian has put up a selection of wedding photos on FB. I have no idea how the permissions thing works there and you mightn't be able to see them if you're not one of his seven hundred thousand friends. But here's the link, anyhow (this is assuming you're still interested. My own interest is much decreased, which is a great relief, because it was thoroughly overpowering towards the end there.)
Ampersand Duck's picture of the back of my legs standing on a confetti-strewn lawn is the one I like best, and not only because she magically managed to photograph it in such a way that you can't see how insanely crooked that hemline is. I haven't commented on her post or Meredith's or Pav's or Tim's, nor have i said 'thank you' for the wonderful comments you all wrote on Sunday's post, because to be truthful I am still feeling extremely emotional about the whole thing, I hadn't expected that at all, and it's exhausting. I need to just be reserved about it for a little while now. By the time I feel less all-over-the-shop, I expect, the rest of the world will have moved on as is right and proper. Don't think that if I don't say anything much now it's because I don't appreciate your great kindnesses.