Like??? OMG you are queen of understatement we love! You have actually captured the day!
Ollie and Rachael met, so the story goes, in a hot-tub in Sydney where Rachael was working (in Sydney, that is – not in the hot-tub. That would be silly). Ollie, alas, was still notionally based out of good old Blighty but, undeterred, they managed cobble an ‘I’d like to see you again’ kinda plan together and somehow they managed to make it stick.
She sent him letters every day and everyday he devoured them in his hot and sandy tent in a hot and sandy land. (I’m going to resist the temptation to get all purple and poetic by suggesting he was, all the time, dreaming of green rolling hills and, quite possibly, babbling brooks. I’m sure he was and that he just didn’t mention it)
And all of this grew into a love story which, ultimately, brought us all together in a field in the beautiful Roseland Peninsula of Cornwall.
There are three things you should know about this post:
1) it’s long – best make a cup of tea.
2) there are lots of skies. (I make no excuse)
3) I sniveled – not a lot but enough – as I was editing the speeches. I sniveled when I shot them, too, but never mind that *ahem*
The wedding was held at St Gerrans in Portscatho with a marquee reception at the very lovely Tregassick House (where we also shot the morning preps).
The flowers were by the brilliant Susanne of The Blue Carrot and the Rachael wore a dress by Lisa Gowing of Sydney. The ladies were beautified (not in the holy sense, mind) by Rococo Hair Cutters of Truro and the fab food was by Jamie Beetham (very nice it was, too). If I’ve missed anyone out I apologise – just let me know 🙂