Mini blog to show Wells a 'taste' of Scotland

Nice wedding setting and lovely bride.

Sheila I shall upload some of the Magical Trees in Scotland at night for you they are and still are stunning.

I bet they are Scotkat - thanks!

I see Scotkat is going to do the deed.
Glad to read you had a good time Sheila - lovely looking couple. Don't you just love a man in his kilt ;)

Love the church setting Sheila, it's beautiful and so are the bride & very smart groom.:)

I now see that I responded to the wrong blog. But still the whole scene looks beautiful with the trees. I love seeing Scotland and England. The setting is indeed a bride and groom's paradise. I believe it is the Stuart plaid or is the other Stewart?

That's OK Posy - I guessed! Yes, the setting was perfect. Plaids are all so similar, but this is the Anderson tartan. Callum and Penny seem so well suited and blissfully happy . . . I've never seen Penny look so beautiful :))

So glad you enjoyed the Scottish wedding, Sheila! The couple look wonderful, don't they?

I was going to say Anderson - feel quite pleased with myself! Like Scotish I do love to see a man in a kilt.

Thank you Scottish and Gill!

Thank you Susanne, yes indeed :))

Well done Stera, I'm impressed! How many tartans do you know?!

The Anderson plaid is so beautiful.....Next question: Is it incorrect to call a tartan, a plaid. Since we do not have clans (officially), we don't really talk about Tartans. But I guess in Scotland, one would be thought mad, talking about plaids...

A plaid material is made by weaving or dyeing strips of material in a square pattern, I think. Whereas the colours of a tartan (similarly made) have the significance of belonging to a clan. The mother of the bride used the Anderson tartan to make four boleros for the bridesmaids in their strapless dark blue dresses - inspired!

Beautiful setting, love to see a man wearing the kilt, wish our SIL who is a Macdonald would have worn one at his wedding.

Congratulations to the happy couple Sheila what a perfect day and surroundings :o))

Thanks very much Angela and Amy!

The tartan cloth worn by men over the shoulder is also referred to as a plaid.

Oh that's interesting Susanne - thanks!

Beautiful bride in a beautiful Autumn setting ......

Thank you Shirley . . . so lucky to have such a perfect day.

:o)))

Not as many as I did when I was into Scottish dancing Sheilabub. Let me see, apart from Anderson there's McCleod - easy because its the only yellow one, Mc Beth, Cameron, the four Stewart ones, Buchanan, and that's about all I can recognise by name.
Thinking about the shoulder plaid reminds me of a Scottish folk song that starts Come under my plaidie...

Well, that's seven more than I know . . . v. good! Do we want to know the rest of the verse (bearing in mind my delicate disposition)?!

I hope you don't because I only know it as the title of a dance tune...so you are free to imagine what you like!

Sounds rather cosy...

"Come under my plaidie
You wee little laddie
You'll find something scrumptious to eat.
It isn't a cauli, or cabbage or lolly,
But fudge which is sticky and sweet!"

Better ideas welcome . . .

Here are the words to the folk song:

COME UNDER MY PLAIDIE.
Hector Macneil.
"^ Come under my plaidie, the night's gaun to fa' ;
Come in frae the cauld blast, the drift, and the snaw :
Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me ;
There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa.
Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me ;
I'll hap ye frae every cauld blast that can blaw :
Come under my plaidie, and sit down beside me ;
There's room in't, dear lassie, believe me, for twa."
" Gae 'wa wi' yere plaidie, auld Donald, gae 'wa ;
I fear na the cauld blast, the drift, nor the snaw :
Gae 'wa wi' yere plaidie, I'll no sit beside ye ;
Ye micht be my gutcher ; auld Donald, gae 'wa.
I'm gaun to meet Johnnie — he's young and he's bonnie ;
He's been at Meg's bridal, fou trig and fou braw j
Nane dances sae lichtly, sae gracefu', sae tichtly,
His cheek's like the new rose, his brow's like the snaw."
" Dear Marion, let that flee stick fast to the wa' ;
Your Jock's but a gowk, and has naething ava ;
The haill o' his pack he has now on his back ;
He's thretty, and I am but three-score and twa.
Be frank now and kindly — I'll busk ye aye finely ;
To kirk or to market there few gang sae braw ;
A bien house to 'bide in, a chaise for to ride in,
And flunkies to 'tend ye as aft as ye ca'."
" My father aye tauld me, my mother and a',
Ye'd mak a gude husband, and keep me aye braw ;
It's true I lo'e Johnnie, he's young and he's bonnie ;
But, wae's me, I ken he has naething ava !
I hae little tocher — ^ye've made a gude oflfer ',
I'm now mair than twenty — my time is but sma' !
Sae gi'e me your plaidie, I'll creep in beside ye ;
I thocht ye'd been aulder than three-score and twa !"

I need it translated though ... lol!
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Lovely - thanks Shirley - I get the drift! (Let's hope folk realise that my poor effort took all of two minutes off the top of my head, lol!)

That's good!

The reply to that argument should be "Maids, when you're young never wed an old man!"

(I like your version too, Sheila!!!)

Gosh, she must have been desperate! Thank you so much for this, it was kind of you two write it all out!

Copied and pasted, Stera ... I have found the English translation for this now but it reads far better in the Scottish! By the way, I attended a funeral this afternoon, one of the sons is a Pipe Major and 'piped' his departed Dad from the hearse to the chapel ... so very moving and a fine tribute to his Dad.

Sheila - sorry for hijacking your blog!

Never a problem Shirley! Good to have something at a funeral to make everyone smile :)

Thanks Sheila ... :o)

congratulations and wishing all the best to both:-))))

Thank you Junna!

came back to your blog, and my, it is so sweet! Thanks again for posting it for me.

Thanks Posy . . . you're very welcome!