‘Call the Coastguard’ – a strange title for wedded bliss – but – let’s see where we’re going with this.
We have to start somewhere – so how about we start with a bit of trepidation in the Oban Perle hotel room where the bride-to-be has been conducting her final preparations with the ‘help’ of daughter Lauren – matchmaker Wendy and best friend Tracey under the watchful eye of Diane – hairdresser extra-ordinaire.
Trepidation in spades —
No worries – with a hop and a skip Helen was soon at the Registrars office where Callum – her personal piper piped her in (try saying that round a hot choriso sandwich) —
There after a touching ceremony conducted by the Assistant Registrar Fiona she signed the register with her customary flourish —
With 135 years of life and over 60 years previous experience of marriage between us some may say we must be gluttons for punishment but love is love whether you are sixteen or sixty and we would be fools to let it pass us by.
Formalities over it was time to hit the street where we posed with piper Callum —
He had just experienced his own brush with officialdom when a young embarrassed police constable was sent from the Sherrif Court across the street with a message from the magistrate conducting a case there to ‘stop that bloody row!’ Apparently we were ‘infringing the accused’s ‘uman right’s’ as he couldn’t hear what was being said during the procceedings.
After ignoring the first missive a second request was carried to us in the form of a ‘Court Order’ so it was time for a few more photos on the steps —
Jaxson wasn’t impressed and he has probably gone off the polis for life. Time to go before we were all put in a cell for the night.
Callum had a good head of steam by this time – no doubt brought on by the unexpected intrusion of the law and set off down the street blowing fit to burst. We followed the skirling pipes acknowledging the surprised greetings of passer’s by with smiles and stately bows —
In no time at all Callum had us at the local fish and chip shop where we were to have our celebration lunch —
But not before a blushing piper got his just reward —
Ok – time for food and to meet the rest of our guests—
Orders taken – cuffs and ties undone —
Kirsty – one of our guests from the island had brought her guitar and sang our choice of song beautifully —
If you know the words of ‘Always a Woman to Me’ by Billy Joel you will know that it gave our Wedding Song some added flavour.
Main courses out of the way – flowers and favours admired —
it was time for the wedding cake which had been carefully baked and beautifully presented by our friend Mary in the Hat —
The flowers were nicked on the Isle of Luing from Jane MacLachlan’s garden – and believe it or not – they matched the stripes in my ‘Guard’s tie —
Cake cutting ceremony was accomplished with no blood being spilled —
coffee n cake duly demolished –
it was time to say our goodbyes and nip round the corner to the harbour for the Caledonian MacBrayne ferry to the Isle of Mull for our short honeymoon.
Thanks to Commons/Wilkipedia for the use of the Calmac ferry photo.