Passing Parliament Square earlier this afternoon I saw a wedding party having their photo taken against the imposing background of our old legislative chamber.

There were the bridesmaids in lovely long dresses clutching colourful posies.  That was surely the mother of the bride, the lady with the largest, flounciest hat I've seen for a while.  But where was the bride herself?

Showing just how not up to date am I with modern mores it took me a minute or two to realise that the two chaps in identical kilts, sporrans and Prince Charlie jackets were the happy couple.