Love - What a wedding is all about

Tuesday, 30 April 2013

Laura and Paul  15 September 2012

This was a beautiful wedding in all senses.  It was held on one of the few lovely days of the year and on the banks of the silvery River Tay where the sun reflected off the flowing water.  We were within the grounds of the Hilton Hotel Dunkeld where the reception was to be.  The venue was chosen as they had sworn their love to each other at this spot some four years ago.

The ceremony was designed to involve as many guests as possible and we began with a ring warming, followed by a reading.  The parents affirmed their support for the couple by handing over the amber nectar for drinking from the Quaich, - the two handed loving cup. Following a lovely tale about their relationships and adventures, they solemnised their vows by hand fasting.  The marriage concluded with that epic poem, "Be my Homer!" followed by a communal Celtic blessing.

Laura and Paul had wanted an upbeat ceremony involving their family and friends and were delighted at how well it worked.  After the ceremony, milling around with their guests, it was very rewarding to hear their praise for the ceremony and how it so reflected Laura and Paul's personality.
Then it was just the two and a half hour drive home in the sun.  Perfect!! 

Vladimira and Simon 14 September 2012

This is a tale of two people who met after Simon had been told repeatedly by a friend such crazy tales about Vladimira whom she worked with that he decided that he just had to meet her for himself.  The initial blind date did not go quite as planned as he was an hour late due to mechanical problems (which still beset the relationship) and in addition also went to the wrong restaurant.  Having found her, they found much in common and still surprise the other.

The wedding was held at Elgin cathedral and Vladimira's family came over from the Czech Republic to be there.  AS you see the box beside the bride and groom, made by his own fair hands in woodwork at school they placed love letters and wine to be opened on their tenth anniversary.  Apart from that the ceremony itself was quite traditional and ended with the poem "Love" by Roy Croft.


I love you
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.

I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.

I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;

I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can't help
Dimly seeing there,

And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find

I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple.

Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.

I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good.
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.
You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.

You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.
(Roy Croft)

Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Linda and Kirk  - 8 September 2012

Having conducted the ceremony for Sandra and Andrew in the late afternoon the previous day, it was up and away early to Liberton Golf Club in Edinburgh where we managed to prise Kirk off the golf course long enough to conduct their wedding ceremony.  Not quite true but close! 

They had first met at work but while they were friendly, nothing came of their relationship till a few years later.  They became engaged on a holiday in Turkey and their family and friends were over the moon for them.  It was a traditional style of wedding but very meaningful and respectful for all that had passed before in their lives.

One abiding memory I have is the photographer trying to organise the group photos with golfers trying to get in and out of the entrance to record their scores or head off onto the golf course.  Indeed some had to tee off beside the guests, thankfully no one sliced their ball into the group.

Hi George
Just a quick e mail before we go away on our honeymoon.
Thanks so much for yesterday. Service was lovely and everyone has been commenting on how lovely our service was. I know I was slightly overcome by the emotion of it all, however I can remember most of it and we loved every minute of it.

Sandra and Andrew  - 7 September 2012

Sandra works at my local gym ( note must start going again very soon or I won't get into my wedding outfits)and has an infectious personality so it was no surprise that she wanted an upbeat ceremony.  Many guests had travelled some distances but a special mention was made of those who had braved the rush hour traffic and managed the New Elgin bridge on their way to the Bishops Palace at Copper Park in Elgin.  We were fortunate that the weather was lovely as although they had a gazebo should it rain, the sunlight made for a beautiful ambience amongst the trees and building.

Their story of how they found each other raised quite a few laughs as did their personal marriage vows but what everyone said, the whole ceremony was them to a "T" and their love for each other shone through.  The celebrations thereafter were supposed to be slightly muted as they and many of their guests were flying the next day to a wedding in England before they actually flew off on their honeymoon to the West Indies - not that I am jealous!  Knowing them I'm doubtful if the celebrations were muted.

Thank you so much for an amazing and personel wedding Truly cant thank you enough. And thanks 4 putting in the schedule 4 us. We r on final route to jamaica now. Thanks again. Mr & Mrs Cruickshank

Victoria and Christopher - 1st September 2012

This was a first for me in two ways.  Firstly, it was my first wedding which was conducted via a wedding planner (who also runs the venue) and there were several occasions that "our" standard practises clashed.  However these were resolved amicably.  The venue itself was only about five miles from my home so it was a very local wedding for me.  Unfortunately, the wedding planner and the couple had a falling out about six weeks before the wedding the venue changed to Croiscrag Cottages on the shore of Loch Rannoch which was a lovely setting.  Only about 120 miles from home!

The group of cottages held all their guests and many came down the night before with them and had a pre wedding party, just to practise for the main event.  On the day, the weather was overcast but held fair so the wedding went ahead by the shore.  As Vicky came down the quite steep grass embankment, escorted by her Mum, Jacqui, I wondered if she would manage in her heels without accident.   Vicky and Chris walked to the loch and threw and placed a rose in the water in memory for her father and his grandparents.  They had taken great thought over their vows (which are the longest I have ever had) and they read them beautifully, much love and strength in them.

As they are based in Aberdeen in was appropriate for the final poem to be in the local Doric dialect which thankfully was read by Kenny, one of the best men.
"A Lang Promise"
Whether the weather be dreich or fair, my luve,
if guid times greet us, or we hae tae face the wurst,
ahint and afore whit will happen tae us:
blind in the present, eyes open to the furore,
unkempt or sharply dressed, suddenly puir or poorly,
peelie-wally or in fine feckle, beld or frosty,
calm as a ghoul or in a feery-farry,
in dork December or in springy Spring weather,
doon by the Barrows; on the banks o' the Champs d'Elysees,
at mid-nicht, first licht, whether the mune
be roond or crescent, and ye be o' soond mind
or absent, I'll tak your trusty haund
and lead you over the haw – hame, ma darlin.
I'll carry ma lantern and daur defend ye agin ony enemy;
and whilst there is breath in me, I'll blaw it intae ye.
Fir ye are ma true luve, the bonnie face I see afore me;
nichts I fall intae slumber, it's ye I see swimmingly –
all yer guidness and blytheness, yer passion.
You'll be mine, noo, an' till the end o' time,
ma bonnie lassie, I'll tak the full guid o' ye'
and gie it back, and gie it back tae ye:
a furst kiss, a lang promise: time's gowden ring.
(Jackie Kaye)