The Story of a Hay Truck

I am from Alaska so the sight of a pick-up truck piled high with hay bales doesn’t usually make me flinch, until it starts to become a common occurrence.

Harpists in the UK travel all around the country to wedding venues and corporate headquarters, and a harpist from Birmingham is no different. I have travelled all around the countryside through Staffordshire and Herefordshire to be a part of so many people’s special events. But lately I have started to notice a trend on my way to weddings in the country: hay trucks.

It happened on our way to the wedding of Gary and Lynn at Rowton Castle. There was a huge hay truck nearly toppling over with the weight of the crop. At one point, as we were following not-too-closely behind, the curve in the road almost became too much for the truck and it looked as though it might fall over. Luckily we quickly passed the truck and made it safely to an absolutely beautiful wedding.

A few weeks ago it happened again. On my way to Clare and Shane’s wedding at Wethele Manor in Warwickshire, I again found myself driving slowly behind a large hay truck. This time I whipped out my iPhone and took a picture because I am starting to think this a positive omen of the wedding to come. Gary and Lynn’s wedding was so full of love and joy, and such a pleasure to be a part of, that I was sure the same would happen at Wethele Manor.

Clare and Shane’s wedding was so beautiful, intimate and a loving reflection of them as a couple – and while I know it started long before I saw the hay truck, it’s fun to find these positive omens.

Out of interest I looked up the significance of HAY and found it is a wonderfully varied symbol of wealth and poverty, sexuality, love, life and death. The British saying “That ain’t hay” means “that’s not worthless”, and other references indicate an easy life and things that come easily. Quite appropriate in this situation!