|Posted on July 23, 2009 at 1:55 AM|
Friday after work, I flew up to Scotland to attend Mr. Fuller's wedding. Rather a complex business - flying first to Jersey, then Birmingham, then Edinburgh - but it went smoothly apart from my case not appearing on the baggage carousel in Edinburgh. I was getting a bit concerned until I noticed it trundling round a different carousel with the cases from Heathrow. Andy picked me up from the airport and we went to a nearby campsite. Luckily he had already set up the tent as it started raining even heavier. Every single time I have been to Scotland it has rained a lot.
Still wet and breezy the next morning, we packed up and headed for St. Andrews where the wedding was being held. As we were passing, we decided to look for the few Roseate Terns which breed on the Forth of Forth. All the gen we had was that they were on a small island under the road bridge. After searching a short while for terns we were very surprised to discover that the tern colony was actually directly under the bridge - quite a bizarre site. We managed to pick out a single Roseate flying round with the Common Terns.
the not-so-peaceful tern colony possibly the worst ever Roseate Tern photo
Arriving at St. Andrews we didn't really expect to see many interesting birds - it is July after all - but we looked for seaduck from the town seafront. We couldn't find any scoter but there were plenty of Eider. We then met up with Rich and best man Seth to do a wee bit of traditional pre-wedding birding. We went to the hide at the Eden Estuary but there wasn't a great deal to see - Goosanders and a R-b Merganser and a Common Seal showing well in the creek.
Eiders off St. Andrews
In the afternoon we checked in at the hotel and went to the ceremony at the old University chapel which was a fabulous place to get married. I thought it was a nice romantic touch that Rich and Seth took their bins into the chapel, but they bottled out of scanning back down the isle as Claire appeared - I don't blame them - very funny, but potentially disasterous! A fine reception and shindig followed and we tottered back to the hotel in the small hours after a fabulous day. Rich now becomes the final BUBO lad to get married - the womenfolk of the world breathe a sigh of relief.
The female population despair after Claire insisted Rich had laser The exchanging of the rings.
realising they can no longer become treatment to remove his tattoo.
a BUBO WAG. before the ceremony.
Categories: 2009 Summer