highland fling

On Saturday we celebrated the wedding of D.'s cousin Hamish and his new wife Jen with a big old knees-up in the north of rural Scotland. After the wedding itself, we danced and drank on Jen's parents' farm until the wee hours. A highland wedding is always an amusing affair. Here's D. in his Campbell kilt the morning after. As for me, I think a pair of tartan trews might just fit the bill come autumn time...