Louise & Paul's wedding

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It was soon time to leave the ceremony room, but not before the humanist guy read out the menu, which Paul was very much looking forward to.

Oh my, who managed to steal the camera off me.  Slightly overdone the smile (and the extra chin - where has that come from?) but at least there is some colour coordination going on via the use of purple.

Meanwhile on the New Zealand side we have: Andrew (Cuz), Cuz's baby, Andrew (Best Man), Marnie and, of course, the groom himself.

It was time for some official wedding photos, with MC Nigel bawling out requests for various parties to come forward.  Here, it was the brothers and sisters who were summoned.

Meanwhile, unimpressed by the canapés, young Henry nibbled at a lady's bracelet.  And why not.

Lynne instigated a girlie get-together with the Hartleys.  "OK, girls, how are we going to maximise the champagne intake.  What's our strategy?"

Here is the bride's mother, Avis, looking resplendent in a shade of green which I cannot quite name, complete with industrial-sized head-warmer.

Someone who looks a little like Ewan McGregor (suitably kilted too) shares a moment of hilarity with Marnie.

Post-nibbles but pre-meal, it was time for Joe and Jack, the gruesome twosome, to kick back and enjoy the down time, with a little help from the Nintendo DS.

The boys have their reverie broken by Louise insisting on doing her best Kate Bush/Florence (sans Machine) impression.  To be fair, they are entranced.

The enjoyment soon subsided into despair as Marnie was called in to fix the wedding headdress.

Marnie seemed unable to adequately rectify the situation and so it was time to call for the bridesmaid, who attempts the fix job whilst looking particularly intense.  Louise feels sufficiently comfortable (or perhaps unnerved) by developments to send for alcohol.  It's good to have an entourage.

Lynne seems unimpressed by Joe's double projectile vomit somersault with pike.

Morag, the wedding organiser, arranges for some almost biblical light from the general direction of the food tent.

More later...

...but not much later.  Where was I?  Oh yes, time to head outside for the wedding meal (breakfast?).  But first: a picture of flowers in the vain hope that it is the product of the wedding flower arranger.

Once outside, we were subjected to the high speed gale that we had almost forgotten about.  It threatened to carry everyone away as we assembled in the chilling temperatures for a group photo.  Helen decides that a merry jig is the only way to get from A to B as Tom looks on into the sunlight.

Hold on to your hat, Jill!  Or is she doing the rub your tummy and pat your head routine?

Louise seemed to be distracted by a couple of more mature gentlemen as she lad a merry dance with a kilted warrior (Nigel?).

Meanwhile, the well-wrapped Henry braved the elements to pose for the camera, to the mild amusement of father Gareth.

Thankfully, the photo was taken quickly and we were soon inside.  Somehow I had managed to get onto the head table, although the arrangement of the tables made this less obvious (they were all circular).  Firstly, to my right, we have the senior Schofields, Avis and Graham, with Avis fussing about her outfit, or pulling an imaginary tiny cracker.  Nigel, the MC, looks on patiently.

And to my left, Andrew (Best Man) and the senior Rowllings, Jeanagh and Warne.

Oh yes, and not forgetting the bridesmaids, fresh from their emotional rollercoaster, who I sat in between (lucky me!).

Quick shot of the flowers in the centre of the table, neatly encapsulating the name of the table in the bottom left hand corner, Dame Kiri Te Kanawa (opera singer).

Ooh, almost forgot the bride and groom, who of course made a grand entrance once everyone was seated (and had stood up again).  Here they are applauded and welcomed by Nigel, Kirsty, Phil and David.

This being a Scottish-themed wedding, the backing music was in fact live bagpipes.  He was certainly giving it some puff.

Louise and Paul had left little presents on the table for the bridesmaids - I think that this is one of them.  Something is amusing Andrew and Jeanagh.

Hunter turned hunted once more - less fiddling with the settings and more taking photos, lady!

As ever, Louise provides effortless caption material.  Here she is rather upset that Paul is giving more of his attention to Avis and the menu than to her, as the photographer seems to be getting shots of the glasses on the table, or the first post-wedding row of the married couple.

Paul looks concerned as Avis' hat threatens to take over the entire wedding, like something out of The Day Of The Triffids.  Maybe 'large' rather than 'extra large' would have sufficed.

Here is Lynne's bridesmaid present which, in order to smell, evidently has to be shoved right up ones nostril.

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