Wedding Day

I remember feeling a little nervous about the whole photography thing for the wedding, on a few fronts really. What would happen if it all went horribly wrong? After all it's the most important day in my darling brother's life, at least so far, not counting the day John Lennon died.

And with all that "we'll be happy with whatever you come up with" I didn't really fancy testing that coundary too much.

So I'd put together a demanding schedule of things to do because of course they wanted quite a bit of stuff covering - James plus best man at front door, formal and informal, walking in the grounds, Jane getting dressed, coming down the stairs blah blah blah I mean and so on and so forth.

I did have some chasing around to do as people had a lot of clothes to put on and all concerned looked smart and/or beautiful as conditions dictate. Jane's dress was a pretty spectacular affair and Eloise's hand-made number with matching shoes and hairband made her a picture.

Of course it all did go horribly wrong for me with flashes not firing and general technical problems but I adopted the what the hell approach and carried on regardless.

Eloise had a fit of the giggles in the middle of the vows and was generally a disruptive influence, in a nice way hopefully.

All in all it was a pretty busy day, about some people to the event and another lots turning up later. And it was a bit unusual what with it taking place in a tudor mansion and all that. The location was quite sumptuous really and those of us who had bagged rooms had a nice easy walk home afterward tge festivities. Eloise got to bed about ten o'clock and Nicole and I were the last to turn in at whatever time that was.... not very late. James and Jane's friends are a bunch of lightweights.

Congratulations, and all that.