All for Amy's Wedding....

.....well, the principal reason for our 18,000 mile trip to the antipodes occurred today. People had travelled from near and (very) far…..all for Amy's wedding.

After Amy, who's my very much younger cousin, had done the solemn deed with her beau Amzad, we stepped gaily out of the blazin' sun, heel for heel and toe for toe (with considerable relief in my case). At the conclusion of a fine evening where most had a ‘right guid willie waught’, we were arm and arm and row on row to sing Auld Lang Syne. You can take the lassie out of Scotland.....