There is nothing like the bagpipes to an event a sense of occasion... and none more so than at a wedding. Iain and I were invited to a wedding in the north of Glasgow - Cadder Church, Bishopbriggs - and Iain's role was to pipe in the guests at the church as well as the reception in the Eagle Lodge, Bishopbriggs. It was the wedding of the fellow who has been doing a phenomenal amount of work on our house; he of the digger and the tractor-trailer borrowed from his mate's Toarrance farm!
While he had his pipes going at Burns Night this is the first time he has given them a real work-out since his accident 9 months ago. He has now got his lungs going again and is building up his stamina for playing tunes on the big pipes (as opposed to the electronic ones).
After the church ceremony he played at the entrance of the Eagle Lodge to welcome to the guests to the reception. As the groom has associations with the Mull of Kintyre, Iain has been practicing Paul McCartney's famous tune of the same name. It is not one he normally plays and was able to memorize it in the past week. (Oh ... that I could that!)
Cava bubbly with strawberries greeted the guests at the entrance. The Eagle Lodge is an old haunt of Iain's. He recalls "the happiest days of his life ... before I was married" when he used to play rugby for Lenzie Rugby Club in the 1960s! This was their watering hole - a real trip down memory lane for him!
We met lots of interesting people at the wedding, as one does! This fellow heading into the pub works on the building sites with the groom and spent a lot of time working on our house. You could have knocked me over with a feather when, during the singing of the hymns during the church ceremony, I could hear a wonderfully clear baritone voice behind me. Finally on the second hymn I turned and saw that it was this fellow who had the wonderful voice! 
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