28/02/2026
To tell Jennifer & Ewan’s story, let’s go back to February 2020, just before the world had any idea that a global pandemic was just around the corner…
E. I saw a picture of someone with a cheeky grin and mischievous eyes and decided I would press ‘like’. She must’ve done the same.
J. His profile had cute pics of him in a café and with his nieces and it was such a welcome break from all the gym bro pics. We had been messaging and making arrangements to meet up (I was in Edinburgh and he was Dumbarton) and then we went into the first covid lockdown. I love reading and writing but never like messaging people for long, but lockdown flipped that on its head, and we ended up messaging daily, sending each other questions – from the serious to the ridiculous and it was the highlight of my day reading his thoughts and answering his questions.
E. I think we thought that Covid would pass in a week or two. So we started emailing one another. I loved these emails – both of us liked words – and so each day had the anticipation of her lengthy reply to my lengthy reply to her lengthy reply…. It became a formula: blurb on our day then a response to 3 questions asked by the other (anything from ‘what’s the best/dirtiest thing you’d put in mac & cheese?’ to Proustian questions, such as ‘what is your current state of mind?’ to big questions, such as ‘what is a mind’?) Then followed a wee gallery of recent or not so recent pics of our life (a walk, food, holiday, family) I’d spend an age carving my email, only for her to respond in minutes in perfect prose.
J. Oh we also doodled stick men on any pictures we took, they got up to all kinds, and he still draws me them to this day. He was thoughtful, intelligent, funny and curious. We also called and used that terrible lockdown app everyone started using where you could play games, so we’d chatted too but never met.
E. Thanks to the app I could now see her live, all 3 inches of her, on my phone.
J. We then met up for a walk in Callander. It was funny – we’d shared so much by that point it felt like we already knew each other, but I think we were both nervous. But it was a beautiful day and by the end I felt like I just knew we had something good here and I wanted to see him again soon.
E. I’d said that when we met, I’d take her hand and we’d walk together. We started walking…. And talking… and talking and walking and … eventually, after a couple of hours, I took her hand.
First impressions?
J. Meeting him vs messaging – was that he was shy, cute and genuine! He was just himself, there was no posturing or pretence, and he was all the things I had hoped. He had kind eyes and the loveliest smile. My favourite thing now is when he’s in the background of a photo smiling at someone or something and unaware his photo is being taken. That smile is like when I met him and every time I met him after that and it still is one of my best things when I see him and he smiles.
E. She has that mischievous grin in real life too! And lovely soft eyes. And she can talk. No fear of there being a lull in conversation. Initially, at times, I felt a bit inferior to her knowledge and cultural references and how she could argue any point. I thought I was heading into a relationship with a polymath and didn’t know how to break it to her that being a P1 teacher, barely able to teach first thing on a Monday, I might not have the mental gravitas and depth she was looking for. So far, I think I’ve done well in feigning mediocre intelligence. Oh, and she’s funny, quick witted, with a dark sense of humour. She’d make me laugh with her doodles and impersonations of our cats Fidget and Molly talking
J. We fell into this rhythm of seeing each other twice a week (so many walks and adventures and for the most part everything closed so all you do was talk really!) and realised it would make sense to move in together and that’s where we were headed. He hadn’t lived with anyone before, and I know he felt nervous. So cue lockdown madness housing market and decisions and we went rural and moved to Balfron.
E. I remember being so at home, so comfortable lying on her sofa in her flat in Musselburgh. And I loved how we’d laugh so much at something or another, or something one of us had said, and then equally have serious in depth discussions about whatever it was that was begging to be chewed and debated on. And she could make a decent mac and cheese, one of my favourite dishes that she cooks.
J. A little before we were due to move I discovered I was pregnant and we didn’t plan for that and I wondered how he would take it - but he was delighted and it was lovely, I felt so excited. The house sale was a disaster, and we ended up staying with my parents for months (thanks guys!) before we moved in!!! New home together woohoo! No. It. was. awful.
E. Pretty quickly – ok days after moving in – we discovered we had rats living with us. They’d scratch the walls from within, and we’d hear them above us in the attic space. And as much we both loved the country, living there was a pain.
J. I think we both knew we’d made a mistake, not just the rats, parts were damp, the boiler didn’t heat the water properly, the electrics were terrible…..the list goes on and on. We agreed we’d do the work to get the house in better condition then cut our losses and move on. That period was hard – we definitely had our ups and downs, we both felt isolated there and with a new baby and some lockdown rules still in place and classes or baby activities not on it was tough. But we still had more ups than downs and I can’t count the amount of times I laughed till I cried at the mad things he says that make me laugh.
E. Getting anywhere was a hassle, family weren’t close. And there wasn’t a whole lot to do. And the daily walk with the baby was essentially the same loop of the village. The best thing we ever did at Balfron, other than having our daughter, was selling and moving to what we both call home, and it feels like home, somewhere we look forward to coming back to, somewhere that feels like us. Clarkston is where it’s at.
J. This house also needed a lot of work so cue another few months with my mum and dad (cheers again, we know it’s wearing thin and swear we won’t do it again!). But over the last two years it’s come together and we’re both so happy here and it feels like home. And through it all I feel the same about Ewan. He’s my best friend, my love, he makes me laugh, he listens, he is always interesting and always interested and I have never really questioned our relationship or had any doubts. It just always felt right.
Most weddings at Oran Mor are large and busy but this time the ceremony was upstairs in the balcony with just 18 people, and they even chose to get married on a Monday with no fuss and somehow that made it even more perfect!
Congratulations Mr & Mrs Cameron ❤️