.........lunga house in argyll for neil and jenny's wedding

.........the night before the ceremony, the masses assemble

.........kim, jenny and kerry with the boggon of honor

.........the brothers mulholland, craig and neil

.........charlie has found some olde clothes in a trunk upstairs

.........admiral boggon reads an epistle

.........here comes the bride

.........vows

.........jenny's dad pipes a tune of celebration

.........exeunt -- huzzah

.........the sun shines as planned

.........the lovely bride and her friends

.........ronnie and jacquie and her shoes

.........tony, marianne, dan, debi and kerry

.........you can feel the love in the air

.........tartanspotter's dream

.........in the big red tent, all rise for the bride and groom

.........neil and tony

.........the evening entertainment begins

.........jenny's mother made the cake, which was realistic enough to fool a few butterflies

.........our traditional scottish desert -- fried mars bar with ice cream

.........the ceilidh band starts, and the dancefloor heats up

.........after a few turns i stop to catch my breath

.........the wedding band tears into some roxy music

.........bridesmaid kim takes jenny for a spin

.........the band plays on

.........kerry steadies herself

........5:00 a.m. in the ballroom, one of the paintings seems to have come to life on the window seat

.........we emerge the next morning -- er, afternoon

.........cups of tea and farewells

.........somehow the cake lived to see another day

.........dinner at the local pub in croabh haven

.........argyll farewell to thee