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Scotsman Hotel

NTS has been hankering for a kilt for some time now. (This image may or may not have been in the back of my mind since we first decided to move to Scotland.) When some dear friends of ours invited us to a wedding at the Scotsman Hotel, we knew it was time to take the leap.


I confess myself delighted with the spectacle.


As the bride is American, the groom Welsh, and their academic colleagues English, European and American, there were almost no Scots in the entire party. Some of the guests were charmed by the gentleman in the kilt and asked to have their picture taken with him.

Stained glass, the Scotsman

My husband, part of the local colour.


But really, how could you not be charmed by that smile?