Just got back from Carrickfergus Ireland. I was supposed to be playing the uilleann pipes at a wedding in the castle; however, the bride was refused entry into the UK and was returned to Australia. Meanwhile, many others turned up anyway from Australia, USA, England, Scotland, Ireland and the groom from Canada.
I took the pipes with me and played ‘Carrickfergus’. Rarely have the words been more poignant.
‘I wish I was in Carrickfergus, only for nights in Ballygrand I would swim over the deepest ocean, the deepest ocean for my love to find But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over and neither have I wings to fly If I could find me a handsome boatman to ferry me over to my love and die’.
It turns out if you arrive in Britain from Australia and say you are going to get married they won’t let you in unless you have a visa. If you visit Britain from Oz without the intention of getting married but later decide on the whim to get married you don’t need a visa. The bride and groom had no intention of staying in the UK. It was the surrealist wedding that wasn’t ever but wish the bride and groom every happiness in the future.