It was a day of kilts and sporrans and all things Scottish.
And, of course, pretty girls.
My big bruvver, GB, and Gaz.
Donald, the best man.
The father of the groom taking it easy.
Escaping from the hoi-poloi for a moment.
Being piped into dinner.
Dinner in the ballroom.
Son-in-law who cooks, the Groom, and Partner-who-loves-tea. There seem to be a lot of glasses on the table.
Bagpipes at rest.
The first dance.
What a wonderful day and a privilege to have been invited and able to go.