April was a pretty busy month for us. We went up to Scotland for the Easter weekend and were busy socialising with all our friends and family for most of the week. I was supposed to be writing an essay for uni but thankfully I'd put in a big effort the weekend before so I was able to put it to one side for most of the visit. When we arrived back in London I had three days to finish it off and the day after the deadline we were on our way to Paris for the weekend as Gerard was about to run his third marathon! Gerard did very well - in surprising heat he managed his personal best of under 4 hours 15 minutes!
After the marathon we had a bit of a mad dash for a train and we were off to the alps for two weeks of skiing. We had a fabulous time and really made the most of the great snow and the sunny weather that came with it.
Back in London two weeks later we returned to work and uni only to jump on a train again at 6pm on the Friday and make our way back up to Scotland. The Atholl Palace was hosting a wedding fayre on the Sunday and we intended to book a number of local suppliers who would be attending.
On the Saturday we had arranged to meet Gerard's best man Neil for lunch at the centre and had gone along early to do some shopping ourselves. When we still had twenty minutes to kill before Neil was due we decided to nip in to a jewellery shop to try on a few wedding rings. I'm not sure what style of ring to go for which will suit my rather large and blingy engagement ring, and Gerard has yet to be convinced that he even wants a ring. Unfortunately I don't think this trip has actually helped to convince him. When the shop assistant gave Gerard a ring to try on it was clear that it was way too small. She then pulled out her bunch of ring measures to work out Gerard's finger size - turns out it's off the charts! Even the Z tester ring wouldn't fit over Gerard's knuckles. When we told Neil the story he was in fits which just made us laugh even more. Now everyone wants to look at Gerard's hands to compare them to his own - no wonder they always seem so warm to me if there's so much of them.
Sunday morning we were up bright and early for the drive to Pitlochry. We wanted to attend 11.30 mass at the local church where we'll be getting married so we could meet the priest. John and Kathleen had been staying overnight in the hotel and were going to meet us there as well. We arrived at 11 am - plenty of time to get parked in the very limited space at the church. In fact it gave us an opportunity to see how many cars could realistically get parked there - it's actually a fair amount if the drivers think creatively (and don't mind double parking). It started to rain so we waited in the car until closer to the time but noticed that everyone who was walking up the hill to the church seemed to be dressed very nicely indeed. Alarm bells started ringing. Clearly something was happening at the church that day.
Indeed it was - the mass included confirmations and first communions of some of the local school children and it lasted for 75 minutes. We had only ten minutes to get to the venue before the fayre started and I was starting to get antsy. Thankfully the priest seemed happy to chat briefly to us as we were leaving the church. He was very friendly and it was good to be able to meet him.
After the marathon we had a bit of a mad dash for a train and we were off to the alps for two weeks of skiing. We had a fabulous time and really made the most of the great snow and the sunny weather that came with it.
Back in London two weeks later we returned to work and uni only to jump on a train again at 6pm on the Friday and make our way back up to Scotland. The Atholl Palace was hosting a wedding fayre on the Sunday and we intended to book a number of local suppliers who would be attending.
On the Saturday we had arranged to meet Gerard's best man Neil for lunch at the centre and had gone along early to do some shopping ourselves. When we still had twenty minutes to kill before Neil was due we decided to nip in to a jewellery shop to try on a few wedding rings. I'm not sure what style of ring to go for which will suit my rather large and blingy engagement ring, and Gerard has yet to be convinced that he even wants a ring. Unfortunately I don't think this trip has actually helped to convince him. When the shop assistant gave Gerard a ring to try on it was clear that it was way too small. She then pulled out her bunch of ring measures to work out Gerard's finger size - turns out it's off the charts! Even the Z tester ring wouldn't fit over Gerard's knuckles. When we told Neil the story he was in fits which just made us laugh even more. Now everyone wants to look at Gerard's hands to compare them to his own - no wonder they always seem so warm to me if there's so much of them.
Sunday morning we were up bright and early for the drive to Pitlochry. We wanted to attend 11.30 mass at the local church where we'll be getting married so we could meet the priest. John and Kathleen had been staying overnight in the hotel and were going to meet us there as well. We arrived at 11 am - plenty of time to get parked in the very limited space at the church. In fact it gave us an opportunity to see how many cars could realistically get parked there - it's actually a fair amount if the drivers think creatively (and don't mind double parking). It started to rain so we waited in the car until closer to the time but noticed that everyone who was walking up the hill to the church seemed to be dressed very nicely indeed. Alarm bells started ringing. Clearly something was happening at the church that day.
Indeed it was - the mass included confirmations and first communions of some of the local school children and it lasted for 75 minutes. We had only ten minutes to get to the venue before the fayre started and I was starting to get antsy. Thankfully the priest seemed happy to chat briefly to us as we were leaving the church. He was very friendly and it was good to be able to meet him.
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