Everything went off very well yesterday on the occasion of the wedding of my eldest Grand-daughter and her boy friend. She looked an absolute delight, the rain held off and the sun was almost shining as she arrived for the ceremony in the City Hall in Newcastle. She walked down the aisle with her Dad (my son, who I must say looked so proud of her) to the Northumbrian small pipes. (I hope I identify them correctly - the wedding was, after all, in Newcastle, where the bride and groom met) and the instrument looked rather too small and sounded not quite as full as bagpipes.
The bridegroom and quite a few of the guests wore the kilt - a splendid show it made too. And I was pleased to see that my Grandson wore the kilt too (his Grandfather on his mother's side was a McFadden, so he had some entitlement ).
We had a lovely day, leaving home early and arriving back late, lovely seeing them married, delicious food, meeting lovely people, many of whom I had not seen for twenty odd years and also meeting lots of new Scottish folk.
Today has been collecting Tess from the kennels, cooking lunch, having a gentle walk round the fields and now relaxing. Back to normal tomorrow.
Photographs are of the bride and groom dancing the first dance at the evening disco and of my Grandson in the kilt. Maybe more photographs tomorrow.