Hello, my readers! I hope you are having a meaningful Monday, rather than a moan-ingful one! 😀
It’s time to fasten your seatbelts as we make another refreshing detour to verdant Wales. We shall continue our (mis)adventures from when we left off…
July 23, 2016
Fruitful efforts have paid off! The stage is set, the flowers are cut, and the sun breaking out over the hills signals the start of a glorious British day!
It’s a good day to get married!
The wedding party and guests begin to gather
The wedding party and guests make a slow beeline towards the glasshouse. There is a little side-table by the main gate holding lemonade and Pimms, as a welcome refreshment. (N.B. No Pimms was allowed beyond the glasshouse gate, where the registration was to take place, for obvious reasons 😉 )
It is also the time for photos, and quick as a flash, the amateur paparazzi are everywhere!
My three nandis! (‘Nandi’ means ‘aunt’ in my native tongue). That’s Sandhya nandi on the left, Dilantha nandi in the middle (she is the mother of the groom!) and Samanthi nandi on the right. (Sandhya and Samanthi nandis flew all the way from Australia for the celebrations!)
And then a quiet hush falls… It is not long before the silence is broken by the sweet sounds emanating from the most authentic of bagpipers!
He’s got quite the pipes!
Sarah, our soon-to-be bride, actually hails from bonnie Scotland! Her surname, McLeod, is a dead giveaway- I mean can you be more iconic than that? Google tells me that there are two recognised clans who possess this fair name: the MacLeods of Harris and Skye and their equally hardy neighbours hailing from Lewis and Raasay. If I’m not mistaken, I believe Sarah pledges her alliance to the former of these fierce warriors. 🏴
As the groom makes his way to the glasshouse, and the last of the guests settle into their chairs, we all wait with bated breath…
And the bridesmaids make their appearance! Dressed in the fairest of blues, they hold a medley of florals in their hands. (But don’t forget our omnipresent sunflower! 🌻)
She’s our Scottish warrior-princess.
And then… the Bride is here. She is a vision in white, and all eyes are rightfully on her.
Sarah is also wearing a tartan shawl pinned to her dress. This is a Scottish wedding tradition; ‘the pinning of the tartan’; and Sarah would later offer this to Cheranga following their registration. As the Internet tells me, this symbolically shows that Sarah’s ‘clan’ is welcoming Cheranga into their tribe! Awww 😍😊
The ceremony proceeds smoothly. Our cheeky couple know how to keep us on our toes, and halfway through the proceedings, they opted for a much-spirited recitation of ‘The Owl and the Pussycat’. This is one of Sarah’s favourite poems, and it was read out by her team of fierce warriors-in-waiting/bridesmaids. By the third stanza, it was not just the bride who was blushing away! 😁
And then it is done, and the beaming newly-weds step out to bright sunshine, whoops, cheers and hundreds of bubbles (the guests were given party favours to keep their spirits up!) Cheery music plays from speakers (‘Everything Has Changed’; Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran; I mean can it get more epic than that!?), as our couple walk down the aisle towards much-needed refreshments.
But they won’t linger around for long! A gaily-bedecked limousine (read ‘tuk-tuk’ for that native touch) has arrived on scene to whisk them away to their chapel…
And what happens next? Let’s keep on reading next week!