I have fond memories of Chantal and Phil’s wedding. It was a DIY affair and the weather was absolutely glorious. The reception was in their spacious garden and the ceremony just a short walk down the lane from their house. They were a lovely couple, with older children. Very down to earth and extremely friendly.

I spent an hour or so taking photos of the girls getting ready, before heading over to the Church to take photos of the guests and groomsmen. On route, I found folk lounging around in the sunshine outside their camper and an extremely well dressed dog!

The ceremony itself was beautifully quaint, helped by the intimate setting created by the tiny Church. As such, there wasn’t much space to move around, but it did mean I was close to all the action. I try to be as subtle as I can when taking photos during the ceremony. You can normally hear a pin prick, so even the slightest thud of a camera case or lens change can disrupt the atmosphere. During Church weddings I make a point of not taking photos during the prayers. This is out of respect to the person conducting the ceremony and to acknowledge the solemn moment.

After any ceremony, one can always feel a great sense of relief - particularly with the bride and groom. It’s always lovely to see the outpour of happiness that guests bestow on them.

It was a lazy walk back to Chantal and Phil’s house for the wedding reception, where there was much singing, dancing and drinking. A few group photos were requested, but mostly I was left to document the afternoon as it unfolded in a very honest and natural way.

There was no first dance, as such, instead the girl’s performed an impromptu ABBA tribute number, which had the guests in uproar! I got the feeling the party was only just getting started when I left!