This is a fiction story based on REAL events in Scotland. I suggest you start from part one.

Blackening the Bride - Part 2 - Another sighting.

James had an enjoyable evening, helped by more glasses of whiskey.
On Sunday, Andy had arranged to take him to his local pub. First however, they both went to the business unit that Andy used, so James could see the setup and where he might be working. As Andy had said, it was only a short walking distance away.
They headed back towards the pub for lunch. Heather had arranged to meet up with them there.
As they walked along the road, James got his second sighting of a blackening. This time a young woman was running around a field at the side of the road, being chased by her friends, who were trying to throw mucky substances at her. It looked as if it was not only the Bride who would need a good wash afterwards, but also her friends, whose aim was not very accurate.
As least, seeing another blackening so soon after the first, went to confirm to James that what he had been told about this tradition was in fact true. He had still wondered if Andy had been trying to trick him.
The three of them met up with Heather's parents for Sunday Lunch. Heather brought up the subject of the Blackening again and her parents confirmed what had been said. You could see a glint in her eyes, as she clearly enjoyed watching James squirming to be talking about such a filthy event with women he had just met.
Her father expressed the opinion that it stopped many marriages from ending in divorce. He said, "The new wife has to be committed to the relationship to go through the blackening."
Heathers mother expressed the opinion that another reason that it might stop divorces, is that the woman would get blackened again if she re-married.
Heathers dad told a story that he said his father had told him of when he had seen something similar to a blackening when he lived in England.

"My father was working in the north of England in the 1990's. He worked in an office on the High Street of a village a few miles out of the main town. One lunchtime he left to buy a sandwich and was met with a wonderful sight.
A girl (in her early 20's) from one of the local businesses was tied up to a road sign outside his office.
She had been captured by her workmates a few days before her wedding (or perhaps before her final day at work).
As well as tying her up, they had covered her hair and face with eggs, flour, custard and treacle.
He remembered in particular that they had squirted ketchup, mustard and mayonnaise all over her body. He said that this was a long time ago, but it left him with a clear memory of an event that he loved to see.
To add to her embarrassment, they'd pulled her skirt down to her ankles, where she could not reach due to the way she was tied up.
Due to the fashion in the 1990's, she was wearing stockings and suspenders. More ketchup and mayo had been squired over her legs and knickers, back and front.
She might in some ways have welcomed more muck covering her panties, as he recalled that these were quite 'skimpy'. He was not sure if the mess covered her more or just pointed to the sexy undies. It was even possible to see her pussy hairs peeping out of the side of her panties. That was in the says before women shaved their privates.
She was left tied to the post for all to see for about two hours, before being walked home by her colleagues. Cars driving past honked their horns. She seemed to not know where to look, as you might imagine.
It must have been interesting for anyone who knew her to see her in that state. When you next saw her clean, you could remember the contrast. How wonderfully humiliating for her.
If only mobile phones with cameras existed then."

On Monday morning Andy and James went to work together for the first time. James had agreed to stay in Scotland for two weeks to give adequate time to see if he liked the idea of relocating.
He found that his skills would work well in the new job and soon was immersed in the work. It seemed more fulfilling and Andy was happy to let him get on with doing his own thing without interference. If only the salary had been higher, he would have jumped at the chance of working with Andy. He'd have to bring it up again. In the meantime, he spent some time checking out the price of local properties and calculating what it might cost him to live in Scotland. It looked as if it would be highly affordable. Certainly, much less expensive than down near Cambridge.

On Thursday evening Andy suggested that they should both have an evening at the pub, so that he could introduce James to his friends. Three guys were there, who Andy said had nicknames of Tom, Dick and Harry. They'd all gone to the same school in the village and grown up together.
The conversation started talking about where he came from and what he would be doing in the new job but, after a few drinks Andy mentioned the blackening and they all started to discuss that.
Tom said, "Och, you'll see plenty of that. There seems to be almost one a week in the summer. Less so in the winter, as its colder, but then any blackening has to take place indoors."
They continued to chat about blackenings that they had seen. Meanwhile James became increasingly amazed by the range of the filthy substances that were sometimes used. It seemed that Heather had only indicted the basics. James was told that it was a part of the tradition to create a 'brew' of mucky substances, This was a bucket or barrel into which many different sticky and smelly things were thrown, to be mixed together. Near the coast, fish guts were included and he hesitated to think what would go into the 'brew' in dairy farming areas.
Tom lowered his voice, so the whole pub could not hear him. "Next weekend my cousin is planning a blackening for the girlfriend of his best mate. He'll tell me when and where, since I'm going to be involved. If you're interested, you could come along, so that you can see how each event can be different."
James was curious about this and agree he would like to know when the next blackening was due to take place.