One more to go...

The second last wedding of the year came along at Langley Castle and it was a breathtaking venue blessed with blue skies, sunshine and beautiful ladies.

An intimate wedding inside the castle based around the huge window. The fella on the left doing an impression of a Scottish teapot is the groom. He didn't reveal his spout.

I usually have jobs to do at weddings especially when being the best man. This time wasn't fifth time lucky although my job was to bake the cake and the other half decorated it. It was a fairly easy and successful process. It makes you wonder why those cake makers add 400% if you include the word wedding in your order. Suppose that goes for anything to do with weddings.

Those beautiful ladies I mentioned were the daughters of the bride, and of course the most beautiful on the right. They did a superb and funny poem which went down a storm. As did the 4 year-old bridesmaid who decided after hearing all the speeches that she would also do one. It was hilarious, cute and a great start for her future public speaking moments.

After a superb wedding breakfast on a long banqueting table complete with peacocks walking around outside, it was time to breath in to let the waistcoat a bit of room.

Entertainment, drinks, a fish and chip van and weird dancing all went on at Hexham Cricket Club later. It was followed by headaches, bacon sandwiches, champagne, cake and questions about who is next...

JR Hartley has a lot to answer to

I've not been much of a fisherman in my lifetime, so I was a bit concerned when I learnt the latest stag do involved fly fishing. It's a bit of a change from the debauchery of recent celebrations and it gave me a change to swing my arm, erect my rod, put me wellies on and catch an old trout. Actually that really does sound like one of those stag do's after all.

With the more senior members, we went along to Brampton Trout Farm and were met by the loud enthusiastic owner. He informed us he'd put a lot more trout in the water and if we caught the tagged huge one, we win a prize in the kitty for £200. A little lesson in the technique and away I went. I could see the trout swimming, right next to my fly which was in the water. But guess what, not one single bite....for 4 hours. We did have one successful catch and it caught a lot of people's attention. We all gathered round the stag as we were informed it was a large trout on the end of his rod. No it wasn't. It was a large branch.

Thank god we later got to celebrate the branch catch in the pub. An interesting and very enjoyable day. Perhaps I'm at that age now...