AN: Thank you for reading and replying. I hope you found my short story called The Day After The Night Before which ran parallel to the previous chapter for this one but was told from Ross' perspective. I had a terrible trouble uploading them as the web page kept timing out. I think it took about a week to finally manage it.

Although the first couple of parts of chapter 4 will be in episode 3, the majority will cover episode four.

Chapter 4

Part 1

Grace fidgeted only to be reprimanded by her mother with a swift sharp tap on her hand. The young girl pulled her hand away, with a glare that luckily for her, her mother did not see. The wooden pews of Sawle church were hard and uncomfortable and the Vicar was going on and on and on, about …. Well Grace didn't quite know what she had stopped listening at least fifteen minutes since and had been gazing at the pretty windows instead, thinking about what she was going to do later. The final banns had been read this morning for her brother's impending marriage to a girl from Truro called Elohwen Jane Uglow. The minutes ticked slowly by and she thought about the following week when the wedding was to take place, she had been to two weddings before of her older brothers and their sweethearts, she knew what happened at a wedding.

It was a day for celebrating with all of your family and friends and the lady's family, even if you didn't care for them or some of your own, you just got along for the day. A day which she would enjoy and try her best to keep her frock clean. She would get to eat tasty treats from the spread that they were putting on, although Grandma said it was supposed to be the Bride's family that provided the spread and she had a care that it had been so with her brothers Ross and Joshua, but not so with Elohwen, for she did not have any family of her own anymore, save an elder brother who was a soldier for a living and not on these shores in any case.

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Later on, after running through the meadow with Copper when her mother thought she was making daisy chains with young Emily Martin from the village, Grace skipped into the parlour to find Grandma snoozing in her favourite chair and flopped down at her feet. Copper who followed her everywhere gratefully sank down beside her in front of the hearth. She laid her head on Grandma's knee and soon felt the soothing stoke of her weathered hand upon her hair.

"What have you been up to my childe?" She asked in her soft Cornish burr.

"Church, then Copper and I ran across the fields. I am that tired now," Grace said with a small sigh.

"What did they teach you in church?" Demelza did not get beyond Nampara anymore, but to Grace always seemed content just where she was.

Grace shrugged. "They read the banns for the wedding next week…..Mama said it will be the grandest affair they can afford…Grandma, what was it like when you got married?" She looked up into Grandma's face and watched as her Grandma's faded blue eyes smiled.

"Not as grand as your brother's next week, I'll be bound." she replied with a small laugh.

"But for me…it was enough." She admitted wistfully.

"Tell me, were there flowers? Was there food? Do you go away on a honeymoon?" Grace fired the questions in quick succession.

Demelza looked pointedly at her with a frown and said. "Honeymoon? What would I have been doing on a honeymoon? New fangled ideas for being idle if you ask me."

Grace and Demelza shared a laugh together.

"Then what?" Grace shrugged. "What was it like in the olden days? Tell me Grandma, tell me the story of your wedding to Grandpa…Please?"