Yesterday I got to conduct a handfasting somewhere I’ve always wanted to – at a festival!
The festival in question was Wickerman, a fabulous, friendly, family festival, which I’d always wanted to attend, especially given how close it is to home. The lovely Ruth and Carol gave me the most wonderful reason to go this year: conducting their handfasting.
We were all accompanied to the wedding stone, right underneath the Wickerman sculpture – which is set on fire as the highlight of the festival every year, as a tip of the hat to the 1973 film from which the festival takes its name. Family and friends gathered in a circle, as well as members of samba band Kings of Macumba whom Ruth had met just the evening before. That’s how friendly the festival was.
Despite low-lying cloud and competing sound from two of the music stages below, the weather stayed dry, everyone could hear, and the ceremony went off without a hitch – scripted and impromptu elements both.
At the end, another welcome stranger at the table appeared in the shape of a photographer for the Sunday Herald, Rob McDougall, who took the lovely shot above (that’s me at the back holding the quaich – click the photo for the story in the Herald).
Here’s to more festi handfastings!