On Saturday I was at a wedding on the east side of Scotland, just a couple of miles inland, on a farm.  The weather could best be described as attrocious, and some guests struggled to get there - though get there they did - due to closed roads and local flooding.

The young couple had worked like trojans (an expression I always find rather odd and don't know the origins of) to ensure that everyone who came was welcomed and offered great hospitality.  Family and friends had joined in to clean and decorate the barn in which events took place, to gather and arrange flowers, to collect and prepare locally sourced food and drink.  A local ceilidh band including people with learning disabilties serenaded us during the wedding breakfast (another odd expression) and there was plenty of entertainment for all tastes.

To be honest, I feared they had over-stretched themselves, being totally committed to a hand-crafted (or as they put it 'home made') wedding, but it all came good.  The bride looked lovely in her vintage dress, the groom in his suit (nice to see an English man not pretending to be a Scot!) and the guests in their assorted finery... kilts, floaty dresses, suits, bling.... oh, and a wonderful medley of wellies and high heels!

If any one wants to know, I was the one in the peacock green suit and green wellies!  One of the guests, who knows about such things, said it was fine because the boots were darker than the suit...

S&W all good wishes for your future together.