Ever since being a little girl I dreamt of getting married under the trees in my parents garden and I remember hearing Dad joke that if I got married we could have a dance in the byre - I thought that was a pretty good idea. So, I met a really great guy and he didn't think it was crazy. The pagan priest who we asked marry us did think it was crazy, which is why he agreed to fly over to Scotland from Iceland to marry us. And so many people that are important to us were able to come too, travelling from Scotland, Iceland, England and France. I started writing out here all the wonderful things people did to help but the list is soooo long. We are lucky to have such kind friends and families.
My Dad and my sister accompanied me to the tree cathedral and my old school friend piped us in.
Hazel ate my bouqet while we listened to Alsherjagoði
I had no idea he was going to and I'd never heard him sing before.
and he and his friends played great folk music
Every party needs a Cumberland Square Eight
