In town for Roger and Eva's Wedding.  See also Edinburgh Castle.

Roger and Eva were getting married in Roger's native Edinburgh, which was about as far away from Chichester as you could get without needing a translator, but Foggy, Loukesy and myself hopped on an EasyJet and went anyway. I think the delays at the airport took longer than the flight.

Obligatory vaguely amusing anecdotes: the vicar telling the whole congregation that Roger had been made redundant that week; earlier as the flight landed Foggy pointed out that this might mean they'd have to cancel the honeymoon, and me pointing out that, being Scottish, he'd never cancel because he'd lose his deposit. That last one's more funny when you know that my ears had popped on the flight, so I said it at the top of my voice - on a 'plane full of Scots. Oh, and we got on the official wedding photos in our see-you-Jimmy hats. I almost made a fool out of myself comparing the sporrans people were wearing to dead badgers, until one guest turned around wearing a sporran made out of a badger's head. And probably the only Scottish wedding in history not to serve alcohol, although we found the hotel bar fairly quickly.

You can tell when I get bored or nervous - I start shooting everything in sight. This is a record of the journey from Dumfries in Scotland back to Chichester on the south coast of England, which took three trains, a 'plane, a bus, and about nine hours.

I took many pictures of the clouds from above when on the 'plane, which was in part due to both boredom and nerves. As I was above the engine I switched to a widescreen mode I found while playing with the camera to cut out as much machinery as possible. I wouldn't have been able to take any pics if it wasn't for the nice Goth girl reading Empire magazine switching seats with me - thanks! :)