Ann & Jamie’s Argyll Wedding Day in Arrochar
Ann and Jamie live in Arrochar. Ann is a teacher and Jamie a ceramics artist. They met purely by chance, fell in love, set up a home in Arrochar – and then started planning their wedding. And what a wedding it was…!
While the girls were all getting ready in the Loch Long Hotel, Jamie and his groomsmen arrived by boat. A fast rib, and before getting there they went for a spin around Loch Long. Unfortunately, it was a wet morning, but that’s what waterproofs are for…! Jamie and the groomsman all arrived on the beach near Arrochar Church with big beaming smiles. Wet, but with bit beaming smiles. They walked up to the church to get changed into their suits, to get warm, and then await the bride….
Ann arrived at the church in style, in the back of a friend’s Range Rover. Well, isn’t that what friends are for…? By the time Ann arrived there wasn’t a spare seat in the church, as besides all their families, there was also their friends from the village, the cub scouts, the brownies plus the canoeing and kyaking club. It was a packed house, all waiting for the beautiful bride.
As Ann was walking down the aisle I could see her chin wobbling, and then Jamie’s stared wobbling, but Reverend Miller saved the tears of joy from flowing by welcoming everyone to Arrochar in his ubiquitous style. After his special and unique service, one of their friends played a solo on his saxophone while Ann and Jamie signed the register, then after that, Ann and Jamie walked down the aisle as a married couple.
Outside we shot some groups and then the whole congregation – led by the two pipers then Ann and Jamie – all walked down the hill in procession from the church to the Arrochar Village Hall where the rest of the day was going to be spent. The hall was recently refurbished – and its superb. It was warm, cosy and most of all, very bright and modern. A small jewel in the local crown.
After the meal and the speeches we went down by the shoreside for some portrait pictures of Ann and Jamie and then back to the hall for the first dances, and of course, the ceilidh. The band were all friends of Ann and Jamie and as soon as the first dance was done it was a pure free-for all on the dance floor. The dashing white sergeant, strip the willow and on and on and on it went. I was tired just watching them all having fun.
It was a wonderful wedding day, made ever more so by Ann and Jamie, their love for each other, and of course the wonderful day that they had planned and arranged all by themselves.