Thank you so much, Rick - and all Listers who conveyed good wishes.

In fact we risked a visit on way home to the labyrinthine, unmapped, shopping malls of Ellesmere Port. 

We missed Blackpool - going there would have been far too much excitement for one weekend , even this very special one. A reflective solemn pilgrimage to Morecambe to contemplate the place's great antiquities, such as the Midland Hotel; the ruins of Frontierlsnd and the decaying tin sheeted hulk of Heysham Nuclear Power Station was seriously considered, but sadly we didn't have time on this occasion  to make the necessary slight detour.

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> On 28 May 2016, at 21:17, Rickard A. Parker <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> 
> Congrats David. Like Eliot you've figured out how to avoid the pesky press.
> 
> I hope your honeymoon is more exotic and not just a stop in Blackpool on the way home (that would be an experience too close to my own short honeymoon.)
> 
> Rick
> 
> 
>> On Thu, 12 May 2016 11:54:09 +0100, David Boyd <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>> 
>> This is a most salient topic as regards my own personal life here just now,
>> and I wasn't at least  consciously following any Eliotic footsteps here:
>> 
>> My own second wedding took place in secret at 10AM on Monday this week
>> quite far away from home at St George's Hall in the city of Liverpool. At
>> the ceremony were just four people including self and wife to be. The
>> obligatory two witnesses were randomly chosen on the day: a Moldovan exile
>> staff member of the hotel we stayed at, opposite and a member of the
>> caterinfg staff from St George's Hall.
>> 
>> Thanks largely to the spirit generosity and kindness of the inhabitants o
>> that great city, it was a memorable day after which I probably feel a bit
>> like Eliot did