So, me and the wife were in Spain from Thursday to Saturday last week for a friend’s wedding, it was truely (next to my own) the best wedding I’ve ever been to.

I’m showing my face this time. I’m wearing my 16oz Ancient Hunting Thomson (Lochcarron Strome) tank, charcoal tweed jacket and waistcoat and matching charcoal hose. I decided to go with the ghillies and dress sporran as it was a 5:00pm ceremony and the reception didn’t start until after 7:00pm.



Had a great time, the wedding ceremony was beautiful, in a tiny white washed church in a quaint little Spanish village up in the hills. The heat was stiffling though, especially in a heavy wool kilt, tweed jacket and waistcoat. The photograph is after the ceremony on our way to the bus to take us to the reception, my wife is wearing pink flip flops and carrying her good shoes as it was about a mile walk over slippery cobbles.... not the best look but practical.

The surprised looks and double takes the kilted guests got were fun - we were stopped more than once for photo’s on the walk through the narrow cobbled streets to and from the church by slightly confused and bewildered locals and tourists, all extremely positive though and smiles all round.

The reception meal was held on a terrace outside at a hotel right by the beach. They had flamenco dancers, a dj and a really good band. We called it quits at 4:30am as we had to fly home the next day but some partied until almost lunchtime!?!?!?

There were around a dozen kilts and a pair of trews at the wedding plus a piper in an unusual but quite nice solid purple kilt. There were surprisingly very few kilt dont’s and even those were minor - I was expecting more as 4 of the kilt wearers were Irish (family of the bride) and had never worn a kilt before.