The Lodge on Loch Goil Wedding, Susan & Cliff

The Lodge on Loch Goil Wedding.

There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider’d all with leaves of myrtle

C. Marlowe “The Passionate Shepherd to His Love”

This wedding delighted us in it’s intimacy. Even the rain conspired to bring everyone closer together! The origin of the word ‘hearth’ is related to the concept of home. It is no surprise that fires were burning bright as Susan and Cliff married in the embrace of their family.

Indeed the mist around the lodge seemed to transport us to an otherworldly environment, as if no one else existed in the whole world. The candle, lamp and fire light lent a special glow, like a vintage film. Wellie boots stood on the ready preparing us for any eventuality. When we were thrust into the dreich it was as if the warmth of the fire pulled us back in symbolising a greater pull of the heart. As the ceremony approached hopeful expectation hung in the air like a new frock. The lack of outer visibility lent to a inner focus. Pearls were mindfully brought from their case, shoes carefully fetched from their rack.

When the ceremony was complete the happy couple were left to themselves, within themselves in a marital tranquility, resting in the closeness of the event. Cake was cut to sweeten the palate as the family relaxed and enjoyed the new space. Family portraits were taken to mark the occasion.

And then the mist magically lifted and we could see the hills of Argyll Forest. It was if the ancients were guiding the day. Wow.

I felt very privileged to be part of such a cherished day. Michael