Having moved into our new abode three weeks ago Lyla’s first day at nursery school is finally here. Ten years after leaving school myself and that beginning of term, excited-yet-nervous feeling has made a comeback. Cue tears and tantrums (from me, not her).

The night before checklist looked something like this:

• Labelled and ironed uniform, check
• Polished shoes, check
• Loopy mother, check.

Luckily Lyla was absolutely fine as I left her painting up a storm with a new friend but it does feel like the end of an era, where babyhood turns into childhood. I always used to roll my eyes when mothers sighed ‘blink and she’ll be at university’ but I’m starting to think that’s true. Just like her mummy I think if there was any doubt or uncertainty in Lyla’s mind it was the new school shoes that sold it. Can’t beat a good flashing-heeled accessory.

Shoes that had an outing to our friends Jonny+Faye’s wedding on Saturday. Aptly named ‘Wedstock’ the Bride and Groom’s big day was a Glastonbury-style event taking place in specially built and decorated tipis.

The giant tents were adorned with sparkling lights, vintage tea-sets and woven tablemats. I’ve actually never been to one before but I presume it was like the best bits of a festival- hippy happy times, without the stinky muddy clothes and dry shampoo.

With emotions already running high in preparation for today’s sendoff (yes, yes I’m a blubber) the whole thing was so beautiful. Having favoured a less traditional wedding for our own big day it was right up my street. When I say less traditional I don’t think anyone factored in the group of lads taking off all their clothes for the photo booth that was bang in the middle of the tent. There was a huge flash and it wasn’t the camera….