Mother of all Hangovers

I was guessing that a good old fashioned Scottish wedding held on St. Patrick's Day was always going to be a bad combination. I guessed right.

A great day it was though; the sun shone, the beer flowed and lots of dad dancing was on display.

Spent the afternoon (didn't see the morning at all) sifting through the near 600 photos I took, getting that down to under 500 and now looking at filtering and editing a good chunk of those into something more manageable. But that'll wait until another day as I can feel a second wave of hangover sneaking up. Drugs and a nap should see that off though.

Getting far too auld for all this...