You take the high road, and I'll take the low road...
A few weekends ago, I had the pleasure of attending a wedding in the bonny Isle of Mull. For those of you unfamiliar with the Hebrides, Mull is the second largest island on the Inner Hebredies and is breathtakingly beautiful. It takes a little commitment to get there if you're a Londoner: a plane to Glasgow, a two hour drive to Oban and an hour long ferry but the romance starts on route when you arrive at the old Ferry port and set off to these kind of views!
The wedding took place at Carsaig House - beautiful old manor house on the coast with its own cottages close by and a rose and herb garden which rambled down to the sea. It could not have been a more perfect venue for the intimate family affair, as with the help of a team of private caterers it fast became a temporary family home for the bride and groom.
I don't want to focus on the wedding, as I'd rather give our lovely couple their privacy so I'll only mention it fleetingly. Unpredictable Scottish weather meant the rose garden was more appropriate than the beach for the ceremony. The fortress-like walls kept us sheltered from the wind for the short and sweet ceremony which had everyone in floods of happy tears. The bride was lead in by a local bagpipe player and the entire party, lead out again afterwards. It was a perfection brought together by relaxed people, stunning scenery and deep love. I will always remember it.
Mull is bursting with life - the perfect place for locally, seaonally and sustainably sourced ingredients of the highest quality. We ate like kings in the accommodating dining room: beef wellington, every kind of cheese, smoked salmon, scallops, lobster and even fresh sushi were laid on for over a week for some. People rolled out of three courses groaning, only to come back for more when the kitchen spontaneously produced fresh eclairs, assorted cakes, cookies and more.
It also makes you lose track of time for hours on end. After the braver amongst us braved the freezing cold sea one afternoon, we lit the fire. The evening blurred into the night as we sat around the fire on makeshift benches from stones and driftwood. We sang song, set lanterns off into the Sky and told stories for hours.
A few weekends ago, I had the pleasure of attending a wedding in the bonny Isle of Mull. For those of you unfamiliar with the Hebrides, Mull is the second largest island on the Inner Hebredies and is breathtakingly beautiful. It takes a little commitment to get there if you're a Londoner: a plane to Glasgow, a two hour drive to Oban and an hour long ferry but the romance starts on route when you arrive at the old Ferry port and set off to these kind of views!
The wedding took place at Carsaig House - beautiful old manor house on the coast with its own cottages close by and a rose and herb garden which rambled down to the sea. It could not have been a more perfect venue for the intimate family affair, as with the help of a team of private caterers it fast became a temporary family home for the bride and groom.
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| Dress, Zara, White (similar here), boots Blitz Vintage, Socks Topshop (similar here) |
Mull is bursting with life - the perfect place for locally, seaonally and sustainably sourced ingredients of the highest quality. We ate like kings in the accommodating dining room: beef wellington, every kind of cheese, smoked salmon, scallops, lobster and even fresh sushi were laid on for over a week for some. People rolled out of three courses groaning, only to come back for more when the kitchen spontaneously produced fresh eclairs, assorted cakes, cookies and more.
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| Making friends with the food... kidding |
During the days, we headed down to the lawn and then the beach to play frisbee or hide and seek and blow bubbles for the kids before brisk blustery walks on the beach.
One of the wonderful things about Mull is the 'glowmin': this Scottish word describes the way the sky stays light well into the night, casting an effervescent light over the sea. This made it easy to find the marquee where we sang songs and danced into the night two nights in a row.
It also makes you lose track of time for hours on end. After the braver amongst us braved the freezing cold sea one afternoon, we lit the fire. The evening blurred into the night as we sat around the fire on makeshift benches from stones and driftwood. We sang song, set lanterns off into the Sky and told stories for hours.
So sad to go home and leave what felt like a proper little community by the end, but one of the most magical weekends ever. Scotland, I'll be back soon.
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