Homer Watson House & Gallery is the perfect venue for your garden wedding ceremony. It is a unique backdrop to your next Family or Wedding photo shoot. Connect with the Gallery, let us know how we can help you make your event memorable. At this time, we will offer OUTDOOR wedding ceremonies only. We are unable to accommodate receptions or indoor rentals.
What is the cost?
Cost = $300 payable at time of booking (10% discount for HWHG Members)
When are we able to host our wedding?
Weddings and Photo Shoots must occur during our open hours only (Tuesday thru Sunday from 10am-4pm).
90 minute timeframe for scheduled wedding ceremonies (includes chair set up).
45 minute timeframe for outdoor photos.
Where can the ceremony/photoshoot take place?
Our beautiful 3 acre grounds, beside and behind the house, are open for you, including the Coach House stone patio, and the old fountain ruins.
How many people can be accommodated?
There is Limited onsite parking—no guaranteed parking space.
Maximum number of people is 50-75.
Can we set up tents and/or chairs?
No tents, chairs are to be rented as the Gallery can not provide any.
Can we have music?
Yes, at a reasonable level as to not disturb the neighbours.
Keep in mind that there are no available electrical outlets.
Homer Watson House & Gallery acknowledges that it is located on the traditional territory of the Attawandaron (Neutral), Anishnaabeg,
and Haudenosaunee peoples; land promised to Six Nations, six miles on each side of the Grand River.
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The Loch Doon area was memorialized in celebrated Scottish poet, Robert Burns piece “Ye banks and braes O’ bonnie Doon”
Ye banks and braes o’ bonny Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu’ o’ care?
Thou’lt break my heart, thou warbling bird,
That wantons thro’ the flowering thorn:
Thou minds me o’ departed joys,
Departed, never to return.
Aft hae I rov’d by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o’ its love,
And fondly sae did I o’ mine.
Wi’ lightsome heart I pu’d a rose,
Fu’ sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause lover stole my rose,
But, ah! he left the thorn wi’ me.