This weekend was all about the Tartan.
Friends of ours, Amanda and Ray, were getting married in the Flaming Hippies home village of Hockwold in Norfolk.
The day was beautiful, the bride and groom were stunning,
the church looked amazing, as did the hall for the reception.
Every one involved had gone that extra mile to make the day special and it really was the most wonderful celebration.
The ceremony was very moving, and after the vows had been said the vicar asked the congregation if they would be willing to help the happy couple to keep their vows to each other, and as we all called out "WE WILL"
the small but shrill voice of the blonde bombshell on my lap joined in with
Congratulations and thank you Mr and Mrs Russell for such a wonderful day.
The wedding invite had requested that though Kilts were not required dress code for the men, as a bit of fun could we all try and work a little bit of tartan in to our outfits.
Well that was like a red rag to a bull for me!
And Brooches being very much in the ether round here at the moment I set to and made tartan roses and carnations for the flaming family and some friends too.
We didn't quite know what to give as a wedding present, who needs another set of towels, a tea pot or a vase these days?
So we decided to take photos of all those little bits of Tartan and put them in an album as an unusual memento of the day.
Here are but a few of the images.
Its amazing to see how many different ways people managed to do it.
Though this is my favourite.
And yes the pipe band did make me cry as I knew they would.
They are second only to a brass band for making Nora blub in public.
If you were there too leave a comment at the bottom of the page I would love to know your favourite part of the day