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Bella arrived on the Monday and the party didn't stop until the Sunday hog roast: a Winnie-the-Pooh reading in the kirk, a saxophonist who got everyone dancing outside, a 27-litre bottle of wine, and a guest who walked to the top of the glen for a bet.
Rachel started out wanting tea, cake and an early night. What landed was two boxes of unmatched great-granny china, anniversary notes her guests wrote for the next fifty years, an alcohol-free barn wedding, and a Dirty Dancing lift that put both of them on the floor laughing.
A violinist at the ceremony, a conga line after the meal, a groom hiding behind the barn bar, and a wedding dress with mud halfway up it. Claire and Callum came to Glen Clova to throw a party, and that's exactly what they did.
Meg's son walked her down the aisle of a packed Clova Kirk, a pianist playing. Then came the colour: bold flowers, disco balls on every table, vinyl records for the seating plan, and a party that ran to midnight.
A frosty December wedding in the barn: a ten-foot Christmas tree, deep-red roses and candlelight, their own dog in the room, and a party that started in the afternoon and ran all night.
Vows out in the open meadow on the hottest day of the year, their dog Pippin carrying the rings up the aisle, an arch the bride's dad built by hand, and a ceilidh that ran late.
A blessing stone passed hand to hand around Clova Kirk, Pimms in Heather's own vintage teacups, place settings her dad made by hand, and a confetti walk out onto the glen.
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