This week I was privileged to do a handfasting. This took place in Chalice Well on Wednesday. I am not a lover of Glastonbury much preferring the open spaces on the moors and mountains. Although the weather was damp, the handfasting went well and the gardens were lovely. I love doing handfastings as they can be extra special with the people involved writing their own vows and each ceremony is different because everyone wants something different and special to them. There is something very sacred about this and this kind of ceremony always seems more meaningful than the Registry Office one. Here in England, handfastings are not legal and the Registry Office one has to be undertaken too if a legal marriage is required. In Scotland they are now legal which is very good.
On arriving back home the sun was shining, so typical of British weather.
The photo this week is of me in my robe.
Walking the Druid Path 