What was once a workshop becomes a dining room-cum-dancehall (thanks to all who slaved to make this possible)	Chris, Peg and Gwen at a most delicious dinner by supreme chef Jill Beavett with an army of support ... Venison kindly donated from a Croft near Ullapool, Trifles beyond description	Tara and Nick's Wedding PART III After a few minutes' silence, David Wilding stood as the first of many poets, singers, musicians and teeth-players ... Then dinner for 130, a swift transition to a pheno- minal band (thanks Munro at Reforesting Scotland and Pals)
Tara mo cara ... Nick mo cara (Tara my Friend, Nick my Friend) ... every flower made by hand by our friends Sylvia and Maggie from Kinghorn	Cutting the cake ... at midnight!
About 5am ... and still going strong (or maybe just still going ...) Aisling: "I just gotta go"	or was it like this? Things began to get fuzzy after 6 ... (Serge and Tara)	And multiple partying at the bonfire, sessions, treehouse, and much much much later just about the fire with more non-stop poems, eco and other songs and letting-out of madness ...

 

At the bonfire ... fireworks, drumming, fire-breathers ...
beautiful starry sky ...

Marco Bates a little later on
(helpfully tidying untidy beers)

 

sunday after sunrise

 

The Gal-Gael were out in force ...
and helped an Owl to meet Nick on its way home to Tara

 

Sunday lunchime walk to the Standing Stones

 

Beginning of the Wedding again, OR

 

Nick and Tara's 'Coming to Our Senses' honeymoon/tour 2000/2001