Thursday, 21 July 2011

A wonderful, lovely, sunny, happy day.

We had a bbq the night before, and the sun set over the marina. The next day, the wedding day, was missly. Not wet. Not dry. Missly.

But at lunchtime the sun came out. Ruth was marrying Malcolm. Dad proudly escorted his daughter down our lovely staircase and through the grounds, under the arch and onto the little island that bridges the pond. Annie Laughlin conducted the ceremony. Tears. Lovely. Great food. Lovely family. 

As this lovely wedding took place, in the garden, by the pond, artists were also arriving with works of art for the Craignish Art Festival (Lunga House is one of the lovely venues.) Super aware that Ruth and Malcolm were getting married, the artists climbed a rickety old ladder and snuck into the ballroom to deposit their works. It made Ruth and Malcolm smile!

Open windae. That's handy!


  1. Lovely. Dad mentioned climbing in and out the window. What fun!