Our wedding date had not been chosen by purpose. It just happened to fit into everybody's agenda. But our dear registrar, Kenny, did point out to EG if he was aware of the important meaning of the date of the sixth of June! It would become our own D-Day.
It took a while before we arrived at our well chosen location. The first moment of panic came up, when the custom lady in Calais told us that the dog's paper were not in order. Luckily, we were early enough to return to a vet in Calais, have papers rectified and come back in time to catch the ferry.
It was not here - this is in the Cotswolds, where we had a quick stop over.
Neither was this our wedding car. We had plenty of entertainment on the road. Especially when we stuck for two hours in the traffic jam on the M6 and had to put the idea to bed that we will make it to Peebles before the shops were closing.
So it took a while before arriving at this lovely, perfect location in the Scottish Borders. Easy access for all those who were flying in and for those who travelled by car.
Plenty of preparations took place in beforehand and everything had a space in the car to travel all the way up to Scotland.
There were sweet packets for everybody, all home made. The linen bags had porcelain hearts with our intitials made by UNPEULOUFOQUE and they enchanted everybody. Thanks to Unpeu, I also found our tartan, Lamont's, in form of ribbon which was used for all the wee gifts and other decoration.
Every bag had the guest's initial stenciled on, carried chocolate hearts and seed bags.
Instead of name cards for the sitting place, I printed the guest's names on white ribbon and added the tartan ribbon. This went round the napkins.
the fully dressed table looked than like that
A fantastic place to celebrate!
The bride did even get a private look which answered the question "what is worn under the kilt"? A ceilidh made everybody dance and move.
The celebration itself was much different of what I had expected. All these runs for the papers which were needed (as I am not a UK citizen)! Sworn translations were also needed. But the ceremony itself was so special! Luckily, I had equipped everybody with wee hankies. We both had to repeat a load of promises. And the registrar's words were the following:
A Good Marriage
Happiness in a marriage is not something that just happens -
A good marriage must be created!
- It is never being too old to take each other's hand.
- It is remembering to express your love and affection for each other - at least one each day.
- It is never going to sleep angry with each other.
- It is at no time taking the other for granted.
- It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives.
- It is standing together and facing the world.
- It is forming a circle of love that gathers in family and friends.
- It is speaking words of appreciation and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways to each other.
- It is having the capacity to forgive - and to forget.
- It is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow.
- It is a common search for the good and the beautiful.
- It is not only marrying the right person - it is being the right partner.
Then followed Robert Burns poem of a Red, Red Rose....
Fantastic people, beautiful location, great ceremony, gorgeous weather, fine food, pure happiness!