Dreams do come true

Most Brides at some stage in their life let their imagination wander and think on the fairytale Wedding they would like and where it will take place - often reality brings them back to life and perhaps it's not a feasible or a realistic idea. But for one such Bride it was a dream that became very real and we were honoured to play a major part in her Wedding which could have been plucked from any story book.

Fantastic Venues - Picture of a candle lit dinner No doubt you have all heard of Brigadoon - this was the replay of that little lost Highland village that held so much magic. The Bride had the venue chosen but it was in the middle of nowhere, down a single track road which went nowhere, with no lighting, no power, no pews and no alter - just sitting sleepily among heather rolling hills steeped in history and past occasions that some of us may never know about. But where did she begin - she lived across the Atlantic and neither had the contacts or the time to bring her whole dream together. This is where Litú came into her life and made her dream come true. We made initial contact and discussed how the final picture would look and from thereon in Litú were allowed to use their ideas, thoughts and imagination on how to bring this very historical, magical old church to life again.

Our main concern was how, on a cold October day with the ceremony set at 5.15pm, which in Scotland by this time the evening is creeping in and the daylight starts to fade pretty rapidly, were we going to get enough light. The problem was solved by a friend who is a Candle maker, "we'll light it with 450 candles" he said. Every conceivable nook and cranny had a candle nestling within its old stones. The cold stone flagged floors were swathed in soft cloths of navy and white adorned with silver Bowls, Chalices and Salvers holding gently bobbing floating candles which reflected off the silver. All the tables were draped in matching navy and white clothes and all these sleepy corners were highlighted as the candles danced and flickered. The Altar was a glow with the light of 150 candles above, and huge candelabras either side gently lit the tiny stained glass windows so they twinkled like crystal, gradually but noticeably, the warmth built within the church similar to old bones warming at a coal fire on a cold autumn night.

Arch Doorway - Picture of a couple having the first dance From outside it looked so magical, inviting and welcoming. A little world on its own that only belonged to those few honoured people who had come this great distance to witness the dream of a Bride, who arrived to the sound of the traditional piper dressed in full regalia with pipes droning through the crisp autumn air. Her Groom was already within this warm and magical world waiting for her to step inside and savour the surroundings. It was to be one of those memorable occasions we all talk about and as soon as it begun it was all ending - the fairytale Wedding passed and two people now as one, the little quiet church back to peace and calm and the candlelight slowly fading as we returned it to its original form. It was as if we had woken this sleepy little church and brought it to life momentarily, and as quickly and quietly laid it back to sleep again. It really was a dream come true and a memory we will certainly have forever.