Día de la boda.

A full-on day covering a wedding in Fornells, at a lovely restaurant by the sea. The weather improved dramatically since the rain of late, and it was mighty hot. It being a Scottish wedding, the menfolk were sporting woolen kilts and all the trimmings, and looked decidedly uncomfortable, needing to drink copious fluids from the free bar to stay hydrated (my theory anyway). This little cutie was the bride's niece, and was good as gold all day, wearing a lovely little dress matching the colour of those worn by the four gorgeous bridesmaids. The vicar had his sermon on his ipad (see, we're not a tech backwater here), and used it to take a selfie with the couple afterwards, something he does at all weddings apparently. It being Spain, the guests were treated to a display by two Menorquin horses, dancing to music and rearing on their hind legs in true fiesta style. The riders raised their hats to the newly-married couple; I found this extremely moving and may have shed the odd tear.
A wedding feast of tapas and paella, cutting a cake bearing a huge icing jaleo horse (apparently this snapped off en route and needed emergency surgery), amusing speeches and the first dance ended my commitment (7 hours lugging a heavy camera is quite enough). I would have stayed for the Scottish dancing and the hope of fisticuffs or drunken capers, but #1D and offspring were due to fly home on a late flight and needed a lift to the airport. Got some decent shots amidst the 1500+ to sort through, and only missed one: the baby's father, a strapping tall and not-to-be-meddled with kind of guy in full bekilted glory, sucking the child's dummy after it fell on the floor. I do regret that one.