The 19th of May 2018 is a date that has gone down in history. It was the date of one of the most eagerly anticipated weddings of all time. Supporters, well-wishers and loved ones lined the aisles as the dashing Will married the beautiful Charlotte in a gorgeous Devon church, then celebrated like royalty at the coveted Shilstone House.
Somebody else got married that day too, although I can’t remember their names; I wasn’t paying much attention – I had a wedding to photograph, but it must have been quite a big deal as it was on the telly. Naturally, out of curiosity the TV was turned on so that the less significant, low-key affair being broadcast, could help to get everybody in the mood. Questions were asked amongst Team Bride at Charlotte’s Parents’ house, as to whether Will would be feeling quite as nervous as the poor chap on the telly was very clearly feeling. It was decided possibly not quite as much, considering he wasn’t having to say his vows in front of the Queen.
A Proper Devon Wedding
The sun shone brightly down as Charlotte stepped into the most stunningly intricately detailed wedding dress I have ever seen. Covered in exquisite embroidered flowers, it stole the limelight from ‘the other one’, hands down! She made her way with her adoring Dad to the church, where her very own Prince Charming was waiting to marry the girl of his dreams. Needless to say, the ceremony was a perfect mix of funny and emotional, and I’m relieved to report that the vicar kept his sermon to just the right length… We know how to keep the crowd pleased at a wedding in Devon, dahling.
With the sun just getting warmer and warmer, there was nothing else for it when everybody arrived back at Shilstone, than to luxuriate in the incredible grounds and gardens, with an ice cold drink in hand. It wasn’t long before it was time to leave the sophistication behind and head into the gorgeously decorated marquee to await the exceptionally unsophisticated speeches. I mean, really…! Had this been that other, smaller affair in London that day, the Best Man’s speech would have been enough to finish Her Majesty’s mighty reign, putting Prince Charles firmly on the large chair he’s been so patiently waiting for his turn on!
While the guests picked their jaws up off the floor, we took Charlotte and Will out into the fresh Spring night, to allow Will’s cheeks to return to a normal colour, and made perfect use of the time by creating a few rather splendid portraits. Once we were quite sure that the revelations made by the Best Man had been forgotten (as if!), we all headed back inside for a quiet sit down and a nice cup of Earl Grey.