The luck of the Irish (and Scottish!) was with us on Saturday.

The rain.  Oh, the rain.

It poured.

And then – suddenly – everything started to shine.

Much more from this incredible wedding very soon, but in the meantime…

Love For Love (Robbie Burns)

Ithers seek they ken na what,
Features, carriage, and a’ that;
Gie me love in her I court,
Love to love makes a’ the sport.

Let love sparkle in her e’e;
Let her lo’e nae man but me;
That’s the tocher-gude I prize,
There the luver’s treasure lies.


Many emails to write and blogs to post.

Thanks to all for your patience – ’tis a busy time.