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She came down the path resplendent, a vision of beauty, led by Joe McDonald our piper, and Mike Sanyshyn our drummer, to the tune "Highland Cathedral". 

The day dawned grey and overcast. At midday, the clouds began drawing back and by the ceremony, the sun blessed us with its radiance. Judy Michaud presiding, we said our vows. And then, as we finished, the whales came to dance in the bay.  

Our first meal together. It turned out to be a cosy and ultimately quite competitive evening. There were presentations from absent friends and relatives around the world, there was a beautiful guest-book-quilt, there was laughter and new friendship, and there was... LEGO

Just before the Ceremony, the boys disappeared into the cabin, and made good their garb, thereupon to show the world how 'tis done in the most proper and elegant fashion. Katy of the Fiery Orange Hair assisted with coordination, for which we are most grateful. 

Jane and Ruth, together with the most talented Rhonda (Cedar & Rose), created a breathtaking masterpiece of such beauty that the greatest leviathans of the ocean came to witness and be awed. 

The toast is spelled Slainte Mhor but is pronounced Slanjeh Varr. The toast was made with a quaich, the loving cup (a two-handled silver or pewter vessel), filled with sparkling apple juice. Due to COVID-19, we could not share quaichs, so guests were given their own.

We walked the beach to the more deserted and wilder southern end, there to take photographs, and to provide a more Scottish backdrop. Along the way, Joe and Mike skirled and drummed most magnificently, and the beach people chorused their congratulations. 

We tried to cut the cake elegantly but all the sharp knives had been removed... so it went a bit sideways. And the sun became a tad warm. And our rent-a-guest-girls were most robust in their bouquet-catching efforts. And Ruth's black dress was scrumptious...