Dear reader, we always meet with our clients in the lead-up to their wedding to discuss the details. For this particular assignment, it was tough. I had a secret to keep. I was privy to details of a special mode of transport to get the bride to Crockwell Farm. Details of which neither party were aware. Discretion is essential in my line of work, so i got through it unscathed but discussions of timings was fraught with danger 🙂
We start in my home stomping ground of Cogenhoe.
A proud father…
… who then passed on an old family heirloom.
Crockwell looks great in late autumn, as it does all year round.
Our hero. There was no shortage of attentive friends and relatives to make last minute wardrobe adjustments.
It was around about this stage we caught snippets of conversations asking why they were asked to be at Crockwell so early…. here’s a tiny clue:
It’s at times like this that Weddington Boots are worth their weight in gold. (i should probably add that Jenni wore the Weddingtons and Dad’s boots were very masculine)
Once Gary was allowed back outside, there were hearty congratulations… she turned up 🙂
More clothing technicians.
The helicopter gave Jenni precious time to relax before the big moment.
What happens in the bar before a wedding ceremony stays in the bar before a wedding ceremony. So i’m not telling (see, well and truly up with this secret keeping lark)
I think autumn is probably my favourite time to shoot.
Dad had the right glasses, so on with the speeches.
The cake, made by one of Gary’s colleagues, was a tremendous example of sugar craft.
Fireworks provided the warm-up to the first dance. Although it chucked it down, everyone could still enjoy the show from the veranda.
So we braved the inclement weather for final shot to round off the story.
i won’t keep the verdict a secret:
“The photos are amazing! We are both very happy with them. Thankyou both so much, you have done a brilliant job ”