Wearing his no-nonsense clothes, the vicar has an interesting presence. The formal attire helps radiate from him his penchant for a great semblance of an orderly dress code. Christianity, with its rules, appears to keep his very active mind in balance. For him, having the power of God in his services as he orders the couple to obey and respect the vows bestowed onto them along with the grace of the Lord and via, he, the vicar himself, gives him his narcissistic satisfaction. Everything is working with synchronicity . . .
Nevertheless, as a well-respected pillar of society, the couple, being married by him couldn't ask for a better
village elder than that of the Mayor of Buttermere, who also happens to be the vicar of the church where a eulogy of the famous fell walker Alfred Wainwright took place a few decades earlier.
The couple after becoming husband and wife kiss. Looking no less than Romeo and Juliet; it is strikingly obvious for those present that the blissful couple are well connected in mind, body, and soul.
And, here their story begins . . .
