This is a post about beginnings. The beginning of this blog, the beginnings of our wedding planning and the start of our wedding day.
“If a tree falls in a wood and there is nobody there to hear it, does it make a noise?” so asked the famous Irish philosopher George Berkeley. When I started this blog this week twelve months ago, I was wondering something similar - if a blog is launched and nobody reads it - is it blog? Well a year on and 10,547 blog visitors later (according to google analytics), it seems my prediction that I’d be another lost voice in cyberspace was wrong. Thank you to all the guest bloggers who have contributed posts over the past year and most importantly to all of you who have become regular visitors to the blog. I hope you have enjoyed the journey as much as I have. I’m still not sure what the final destination is for this blog but I’m planning to keep it up for as long as I’m having fun and there are people out there interested in what I have to say.
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| Happy Birthday - The Blog is a year old this week |
This week I’m going to share my wedding with you – the story and the images. The story is ours - mine and Mr Mc’s, the images are from Susan Jefferies and her partner John who did an amazing job capturing our day.
The story begins with our dog – Deas. Before Mr Mc and I got engaged, we decided to head away for a few days with my family. There were three criteria for picking our rental home. Firstly, it had to be within two hours of Dublin as we didn’t want to spend too much time travelling . Secondly, it had to sleep eight people comfortably. The final and most challenging criteria was that it had to allow pets as Deas would be coming with us. We could find only one place capable of meeting our needs – Dysart Castle in Thomastown, Co Kilkenny.
Dysart, birthplace of the aforementioned George Berkeley, is a truly magical place. The fishing lodge where guest stay has a real rustic charm but with lots of room and all the modern comforts. The house sits atop a 100 acre estate that sweeps down to the river and overlooks the ancient castle ruins where the young George made his entry into the world. With a family of pot belly pigs roaming around, it’s a place that feels quirky and homily at the same time. | The bridesmaids' gold shoes worked really well with their purple dresses. I wouldn't say my converse where the perfect match for my dress but anyone who knows me would agree they were certainly the perfect match for me. I thought the girls looked fantastic in their dresses. |
Over the course of this week. I'm planning on taking a different element of the wedding each day. Tomorrow will be a short post about my dress, so be sure and pop by if your interested.







10 January, 2011 14:08
Ah, lovely post Tink! I'm looking forward to reading the rest of your posts...
10 January, 2011 14:12
Thanks Aisling. I was kind of nervous sharing my wedding with everyone after blogging about all things wedding for so long.