
AN ENCHANTED WEDDING (in the Scottish Highlands)
A Lone Bagpiper calls us
Its unique tones
drifting across the loch
Clambering up the majestic mountain
Skittering over the manicured lawn.
Gently herded by the music
the wedding guests gulp down
remnants of welcoming champagne,
late-comers gaze longingly
at the table of filled flutes.
A winding path leads us
down to the loch
onto the lawn.
Nail thin stilettos
pierce the grass
jammed into the turf.
Traversing a wooden bridge
the rope railings swing
merrily to the steps
of the hundred people.
Ahead looms a steep woodland path,
the sunlight playing
chase with the shadows
of the conifers.
The Piper urges
us upwards and onwards,
decorative hats
bob up and down
enjoying their rare outing.
Below, stragglers pause
on the bridge
for photos.
Quiet conversations burst around me,
friendships in their infancy.
The tender chit-chat of
‘How wonderfully unusual.’
‘Aren’t they lucky with the weather?’
‘Is it much further, do you think?’
To the last question, it isn't!
From the soft gloom
the guests step forth,
pausing in awe.
We have entered
The Land of the Fey!
In the bewitching sunny glade
an officiant dressed in a white robe
stands behind the wildflower-decked table
patiently waiting for the hoard to settle.
A fiddler stands to her left
the light lilting music
bidding us to our slightly sloping seats,
Bride’s guests to the left, groom’s to the right.
A packet of crushed
wildflower petals for confetti
rest on each chair.
Enchantment swirls
around us all,
hushed whispers of
wonder in this
haven of natural mystique.
The guests at this
Inspired church of nature
stand as one.
The most spiritual of ceremonies
Begins.
Holding the hand
of her chief bridesmaid’s mother
a sprite of a flower girl leads the way.
Not a dry eye
as the father walks his daughter
up towards the front.
In the full traditional Scottish garb
the groom takes the hands
of his soon-to-be wife.
A touch of the Celtic lores
weaves its magical
influence over the ceremony.
Two tartan bands
are bound across
the couple’s joined hands.
Literally tying the knot!
In the ancient custom of
Love, friendship, trust and honesty
A quaich is passed between the two.
The two-handled silver cup
filled with symbolic
whisky and honey.
They drink,
their union becoming
more profound.
Two readings, both from the world
of literature, resound across the
gathering, across the trees,
the loch.
‘The Perfect Moment is now.’
It is! All our hearts are full.
The legal marriage vows are exchanged
sealed with a bountiful kiss.
It’s time for celebrations
in honour of the
newly married couple
To start with abundance!
©Annika Perry, August 2024

Below is one of the beautiful and inspiring readings from ‘The Thief of Time’ by Terry Pratchett:
‘Wen considered the nature of time and understood that the universe is, instant by instant, re-created anew. Therefore, he understood, there is, in truth, no Past, only a memory of the Past. Blink your eyes, and the world you see next did not exist when you closed them. Therefore, he said, the only appropriate state of the mind is surprise. The only appropriate state of the heart is joy. The sky you see now, you have never seen before. The perfect moment is now. Be glad of it.’
Join me for a quick look at the magical walk to the ceremonial glade.
Below are photos of some of the local stunning scenery, as well as the rabbits in the Beatrix Potter Garden and image of a quaiche.
For the rest of August I will be in Sweden and as many of you know the holiday homes there, in the midst of the forest, are not connected to wifi. Although I look forward to answering comments on this post via my hotspot connection I will otherwise be taking an extended blogging break until September. Wishing you all a wonderful, peaceful, and healthy August!





















