Katie and Craig at Comrie Croft

You may have noticed that I haven’t posted anything for ages. That’s because in May I moved right to the other end of the country, to Aberfeldy. I thought this would be an appropriate post to begin my new life as this is going to be one of my local venues from now on – the glorious Comrie Croft.

©Fraser Stewart

Family and friends had joined them from all over the world because the two of them had travelled when they first met and had spent time in Asia and Australia, proving their love for one another touring the latter in a camper van. As I said during the ceremony “if that isn’t true love I don’t know what is”.

©Fraser Stewart

The sun shone and we had a right laugh as you can see. I suspect that the party afterwards would have been a complete riot. We had a Hand Fasting and we shared a Quaich but I must admit that the highlight was a reading that I hadn’t heard before (as a reading) and Holly, who read it, completely nailed Leonard Cohen’s Dance Me To The End Of Love. I share only two verses here – go look it up:

Dance me to the wedding now,
dance me on and on Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

We cheered and clapped the happy couple.

©Fraser Stewart

Comrie Croft with Lorna and Stewart


I had been to Comrie Croft once last year so this was my return visit. It was a lovely May day, a bit breezy but the sun was out so the wedding was to be held in the courtyard. As I arrived the string quartet was setting up in the corner and guests were all wandering about and looking very relaxed. Not as relaxed as Lorna though and when I dropped in to see her before the ceremony she was very laid back.

The whole ceremony was actually very laid back. One of their friends, Scott, wrote a poem to open the ceremony that was about them getting together, which rather stole my thunder when it came to the part of the ceremony that I call “Your Story” so, inspired by the format of Stewart’s homework I presented their story in the form of an old telegraph:

Eight years ago– On the coach at Riverbank–boom petite blonde with great bum–started working together–just friends–quickly changed after spending time alone–involved rum– threw herself at me–courting–flat in Glasgow–best times ever–Tenerife – Bianco’s – Dublin–things progressing easily– Mount Pleasant way– sharing days off– watching Harry Potter– learning to compromise–stronger relationship–redundancy –hard times– stuck together– became even stronger– Cuba engagement– proudest day of my life–best day ever-Beagle – Winston– Wrecking Ball – Tichfields– Comrie– And here we are.

Timing is, of course, everything and allowing the audience to laugh at the in-jokes is key. The rest of the ceremony was fairly simple, just as they wanted it.