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CRAIG AND SAMMY'S FIREWORKS NIGHT NOVEMBER WEDDING

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CRAIG AND SAMMY'S FIREWORKS NIGHT NOVEMBER WEDDING

I first met Craig and Sammy in a crowded bar in Paddington Basin in London after a day's work, and it was one of those wonderful encounters where you know pretty much from the outset that this will be a great wedding, that the couple are truly, madly, deeply in love,  that you will hit it off immediately with them, and that it will be a big day of laughs. 

Having shot their engagement in Virginia Water, and having already during that shoot, popped in at the Royal Berkshire Hotel in Sunninghill, I was familiar with the grounds and with the venue.  What I hadn't expected was the incredible blaze of autumn colour that awaited us. 

Originally built for the family of Winston Churchill, this lavish country hotel is housed in an 18th-century mansion just a stone's throw from Ascot Racecourse.  And as you can see, you can also play a game of draughts with any nearby giants that happen to be wandering the Surrey countryside.
 

The rooms are large, generous and comfortable, and Sammy's suite had plenty of room for all the bridesmaids to relax and prep.

and that, of course, included Mum!

and the dress, of course...

Now it may surprise some of you to hear this, but girls take a little bit longer than guys to get ready.  On this Saturday, I rocked up, bright and breezy at 10 am to find Sammy and her girl crew already in curlers and prepping.  Four hours later, at 2pm, when the ceremony was due to start, they were still adding the final touches.   The boys on the other hand...

The boys took a record fifteen minutes.  No word of exaggeration.  I've never in my life seen a swifter transformation from jeans and trainers to mourning suit and cravat. 

Shooting a wedding is always an adrenaline buzz, there is always chaos and rush.  But, boys, seriously, fifteen minutes?

and that goes for you dads too!

I guess there was a bit of a rush to get to the bar, so much of a rush that one or two of the chaps appear to still be empty-handed...

And then that moment when Dad goes in to make sure his daughter is okay, and it's a kind of a farewell moment, and always so touching

While the boys, well, they don't seem too worried do they?

Nah, nope, nothing to worry about...

and everything to be thankful for, with such a beautiful bride-to-be walking down the aisle

and these next two moments I love so much.  There is nothing but love, youth and enthusiasm in Sammy and Craig's faces.  So much hope and excitement for the future they will share together.

Despite the November cold, Sammy and Craig were game to do a little walkaround and grab a few shots.  The window for couples portraits is always a nice opportunity too for a newly-married couple to gather themselves together and get away from the bustle - kind of like quiet time, except I'm there, and I'm not that quiet.

Just look at those autumn colours! And with the last rays of the sun, the light has that golden glow to it

A quick walk around the fountain and, even with Craig lending Sammy his jacket, frostbite looked to be close at hand, so we grabbed just a last few snatched portrait shots and headed indoors

For the speeches

and, inevitably, the tears...

...looks like Craig's Dad was working hard to keep those tears back as well

and last but not least, to round off the evening, what else, on November the 5th, but sparklers and fireworks.

Congratulations Sammy and Craig and wishing you both a wonderful, happy, long life together!

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GREG & TINA'S HAMPSHIRE WEDDING

Now here was an unusual situation.  I couldn't sleep and got out of bed,  early one Saturday morning, when, at six in the morning, my Facebook  pinged an urgent message from my good friend, fellow photographer Lisa Gigante-Field.  She was horribly sick and could I help her cover Greg and Tina's wedding?  No photographer ever wants to call sick on a wedding.  We'll turn up half dead, half-severed limbs dangling, on crutches, you name it.  The show, after all, must go on.  And we have committed.  So I knew she must be tremendously ill.  Sure, I can help, where is it?  Portsmouth, she replied.  A two hour drive.  No problem!  

But Lisa hesitated.  Could she really let the couple down?  It's a strange thing, but wedding photography is like no other business.  You so badly feel you owe the couple, you are so involved in their day, in their happiness, and in capturing that as you promised.  So Lisa hesitated.  She would try and shoot the wedding.  But just in case, could I hold out in case she pooped out?  Sure thing.  That's what we do, photographers.  We help each other out.  

Bravely Lisa tried to make it to the venue, but to no avail.  The virus had her in its grip.  And now it was too late for me to get there for the ceremony.  Another good pro photographer friend, close to hand, Anthony Burdett-Clark stepped in to cover the ceremony, but couldn't stay any longer.  And so it was I jumped in the car, to cover the rest of the day, foot down, whizzing my way down the M3 to Portsmouth.

That's right, let's raise a glass to the brave photographers... erm.. no that's not right.  Let's raise a glass to the wonderful Greg and Tina who were the sweetest of couples, with the loveliest of close friends and family around them to celebrate.

The wedding ceremony and reception took place at the lovely Meon Valley Country Club.  Mother nature had been kind and offered up a beautiful sunny day.

And though only a few photos are posted here, I delivered something like 500 images from the day's celebrations!  Well Lisa - and I - were very keen to show that no couple should miss out because their original photographer was struck down so ill.  And who wouldn't have wanted to keep snapping with such a fun-loving, lovely family?!

But if we were lucky with the sunshine, we were also lucky with the sunset.  And I was luckier still when Greg and Tina were happy to take a little walk with me and my studio soft box to grab a couple of romantic dusk couple portraits. 

And then it was back to the golf club house for the party.  And boy, what a swell party it was!

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