The bride-to-be is perched on the chair at the front of the trailer, veil askew, and dodging a spray of champagne from a well-wisher standing beside the lorry. Her attendants are wearing a tasteful mixture of flour, treacle, cocoa powder and goodness knows what else besides. They've been spending a happy afternoon driving round the village, banging on the sides of the trailer, hitting pots and pans with ladles, blowing horns and whistles, and generally announcing the forthcoming wedding. People stop what they're doing and come out of houses, shops and offices to see the lorry go by, and to offer a few contributions to the merriment. This is a blackening, so called because the traditional annointing was done with soot, treacle, boot polish - anything black and gungy. It's usually a workplace thing, and this photo was taken on Speyside, where many of the workplaces are whisky distilleries, cooperages and coppersmiths, and where the tradition is still kept.