Louise and I attended a wedding at the weekend, in Perth, a lovely city we visited not that long ago.
The last couple of times we’ve driven up we’ve always seemed to have problems arriving via the route on the provided map. Not a huge problem normally as you can just drive around until you get your bearings. But it does become an issue when you must be in a specific place at a specific time if, say, you are attending a wedding. Once again we got it sort of right, but couldn’t quite figure out the final few streets.
So, let’s just say there were a few “disagreements” and several “No, not THAT bloody right, THAT one!”, and leave it at that.
Thankfully Perth lies on the banks of the Tay so there is a very easy, and very obvious marker from which to orientate yourself and we did manage to find the hotel in plenty of time. In fact, we hardly had to rush at all and I most certainly DID NOT stab myself with my Sgian Dubh (pronounced, skee-n-doo, a small ceremonial knife that is worn tucked into your sock).
The wedding ceremony was a simple affair, completely agnostic and even featured yours truly reciting My Love Is Like a Red Red Rose. I distinctly heard the bride say “that was sprung” as I returned to my seat, but I’ll let her away with it… it was her day after all (and truth be told, I’m glad she did, it was an honour).
Back to the hotel, where we met Natalie —the other ‘blogger’ in attendance— and chatted to a few of the other guests. It was certainly the most multi-national wedding we’ve ever attended, at our table alone there was a Latvian, two Canadians, an Australian, an Englishman, and an American Indian. OK, the last one isn’t strictly true, but she did marry one… There was most definitely a hungarian or two in the room (the groom and his parents) and if you listened closely you could hear the occasional smattering of Dutch, Swedish and German. I think.
Alas, at this point, my story falters. I had developed a headache in the early part of the afternoon and it soon became apparent —the waves of nausea when my main course was placed in front of me being a major clue— that I had a migraine. Louise stayed for the rest of the meal, but we both missed the reception and I was so looking forward to seeing what all the differing nationalities would make of a ceilidh!
However, it was a good day and it was wonderful to see two people who have been through so much, finally bound to each other. Louise and I wish you all the best for your future.
Sunday morning, we rose, had breakfast and then, figuring that nothing would be open at 9am on a Sunday morning, we went for a drive, enjoying the frost covered fields as the sun slowly clambered into the sky.
A couple of hours later we headed back to Perth. We had intend to stop at Cherrybank Gardens to see what it was like in the winter (having enjoyed the autumn displays) but there must have been an event happening as it was completely mobbed, with the car park overspilling into the street. As we were both looking forward to a quiet Sunday stroll amongst the heathers we quickly turned the car round and headed for the peace and tranquility of home.