What happened in Vegas stays in Vegas. Fortunately, Sam and Dave managed to bring back their marriage certificate and held a wedding reception in the not dissimilar surroundings of the Hunsbury Hill Centre. Here are a few from the evening:

What is a photographer to do when stood in a moonlit car park and the couple say, “What about a shot with Dad’s car?”. Well, light it!

We also had a few requests for night group shots. Not a problem. You want to a double monkey, no problem

And Dave, as you know, we’ll always have the mound, let’s just leave it as something special

With almost divine timing, torrential rain gave way to blazing sunshine for the wedding of Jo and Nick. Now a conspiracy theorist might see links to the fact the father of the bride was also the minister presiding at the wedding ceremony at Stapleford church – but not i no no. The godlike BBC weather site predicted it, and so it was: a brilliant day. Here’s a brief look:

For the reception, we moved to the fab Barrington Hall, a truly beautiful house.

This week’s cameo was Malcolm the cat. When out of his Suitcase Under the Bed™ [look out for it on Dragon's Den], he rampaged through the wedding preparations with feline disregard.

I really don’t know where he gets his belligerent behaviour from though, someone must be teaching him bad habits

Now listen up conspiracy fans, it turns out the vicar father of the bride happened to have a third role (you might call it a holy-ish trinity, but i wouldn’t) = photographer! He has almost as much equipment as me – an almost biblical feat in itself – and has photographed the real actual Queen, he had to make do with me and the D3 on this occasion