Another Tale of Bells

 

 Bells are either keeping me sane, or helping me over the edge.  Or both.  Ding dong.

            We had a wedding yesterday.  Sunday weddings are no one's favourite—well, the St Paul's or York Minster band may love weddings, because they just dust off their Superlative Surprise Number Two Maximus* and ring a quarter peal.  Down here among the grubs, if we're going to ring all eight**, we're probably ringing call changes.  On a very good day we might have a Grandsire Triples band*** . . ...