It’s June 11th and I am sat in a coffee shop with my coat on wishing they would light the wood burner in the corner of the room. Everyone else around me is probably thinking the same but because we are British we are all too polite to ask so we will just sit here shivering while quietly cursing under our collective breaths.
It feels like early winter, given that the wind is howling and it’s been raining for about two days. It actually wasn’t this cold for Sophie and Tom’s wedding in December last year.
Tom’s got contact’s you know, so he was able to secure Kingweston House near Glastonbury for his wedding to Sophie. A former family home that housed evacuees during WWII, now a boarding home to students at Millfield School.
They officially got married in the church next door, two days before I arrived to photograph their humanist hand-fasting ceremony in front of a whole host of friends and family, ready to be treated to a visual feast of flowers and decorations organised by Tom’s Mum Louise with lots of help and direction from Sophie and Tom themselves.
After their ceremony everyone decamped to a wonderful double tipi pitched next door for dinner and dancing, where some killer moves were thrown.
I love this sort of individual wedding where you’re not tied into certain expectations that come with some venues. It’s great to be able to do what you want for your day and then relax and enjoy the celebrations.