Royal Assent

1 Jun

The Lodge Photo by Juliet GoldOn 21 May, 2011 Drumintoul Lodge on the Rothiemurchus Estate in the Scottish Highlands, became the centreof the universe.  At 1.15pm, a full quarter of an hour before the scheduled time, my brother-in-law and his fiancé, two of my best friends, were married in front of 38 very lucky guests. 

The family Photo by Jennifer FlueckigerThe very family centred and intimate ceremony was conducted by an Aunt of the Groom. She was ably assisted by the flower girl and page-boy – the niece and nephew of the Bride – and the Best Man and Bridesmaid – the Groom’s brother and Bride’s sister, respectively. The Bride was piped in to the sound of “Highland Cathedral” and yours truly honoured to be asked to make an attempt at Burns’ “A Red, Red Rose“.

The Bride, her sister, flowergirl and pageboy Photo by Jennifer FlueckigerAfter the ceremony, the joyous and emotional party took over the entire hunting lodge and the champagne and whisky flowed.  The pre-dinner speeches by the Father of the Bride, the Groom and the Best Man were excellent, funny and touching.

The delicious wedding dinner featured the best of local Scottish produce and was prepared by a local French chef. Spoons Photo by Barrie WestSpoons were used creatively during the meal. The flower girl and I had ‘spoon on nose’ competitions and my mother-in-law uncharacteristically used the handle of her spoon to scoop and lick the last of her lemon dessert.

Later in the evening a fiddler and an accordionist played traditional Scottish music. The floor was filled with guests dancing Scottish country favourites – the Gay Gordon, Strip the Willow, Dashing White Sergeant, to name a few. Wellies Photo by Jennifer FlueckigerTaking a break from the dancing, the Bride and a number of guests exchanged their party shoes for Wellies and went to find the row-boat in the Loch beside the lodge.  The evening ended with the traditional circle of clasped hands around the Bride, Groom and their families and the singing of Auld Lang Sine. A perfect day.

However, it could have all been different. Little did the Bride and Groom know that their fairy tale wedding had been threatened just 24 hours earlier.  One last crucial detail was yet to be finalised.

 I was in my bedroom at the hotel and there was a knock at the door. I had been expecting this visit and was tense. I knew what was riding on this decision.

“Where is it?” my mother-in-law asked as she came into the room.

The moment of truth had arrived.  I gestured towards where I had laid out my dress, shoes and The Hat.

“It’s beautiful,” she exclaimed.”Really beautiful. I think it will make the outfit.”

Thank god. Royal assent had been given and the wedding could go on.Jen & Rabbie Burns Photo by Juliet Gold

To find out more about the importance of The Hat, see earlier post The Wedding and me

A special thank you to Juliet Gold for the pictures of Drumintoul Lodge and me with the Rabbie Burns book

5 Responses to “Royal Assent”

  1. Catherine at 4:31 pm #

    I meant to tell you when I saw the pictures on FB that I ADORE the hat. So wonderful and perfectly chic. Nice work!

  2. Kathy Morby at 10:47 am #

    Yes the HAT is wonderful – how do you think it will look with jeans? I think it works. But then, remember you are in Paris and can do whatever you want with clothes – why not, they do!!!

  3. nanskiparis at 8:10 pm #

    Great hat, Jen! And I love the dress.. So elegant… !

  4. Bill Grandey at 1:29 pm #

    Yes, take that French hat out shopping. While you are at it, if you pass a nice hat like that, there is no telling what amount of money you could raise. You could raise funds for your neighborhood French chicken seller to further increase the variety of chicken breeds available in Paris. A feather from a rare French, “Rouge Spotted – Thick Beak” chicken would look good attached to that hat. This chicken is difficult to raise as they usually live in southern France in trees and scratch for truffles at night.

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