My husband and I attended a wedding, our third in about four weeks, this past weekend during the Jubilee. It was a really festive event, and the atmosphere was sizzling with fun. But the thing that really stole the show, despite every inch of free space being festooned with celebratory Union Jack bunting, some intensely fun and bruising highland dancing, and impromptu gatherings breaking-out all over the place......was the Scottish weather.
I know, right? How often are we able to make that claim!?
So without further ado, some snaps from our journey to Applecross, Scotland. First of all.....
|Okay? There you go.|
Map courtesy applecross-coast.co.uk
|The road to Applecross|
And arriving at our destination.
|the Applecross Inn|
|A room with a view|
What has this to do with fashion, you ask? Well, when you live somewhere that endures horizontal driving rain, months of darkness, and a year-round need for tweed and wellies, you come to realise that there is nothing so chic as the smile that results from taking a moment to appreciate all that is around you.
That is all. Until next instalment, then.