I never get a chance to watch television,

hey - real life is far more interesting.

here we have a most beautiful bride to be - (albeit in curlers !)
along with her hairdresser to the right,
and his best mate to the left.

Not sure what's going on . . . .

but hey - everyone looks happy !

Buttoning the dress.

A strange man in the background is pretending to be a lamp stand,

We know that he isn't really a lamp stand,
cos he doesn't have a lamp shade on top.

 

He's the video man, complete with a lightsource
that makes him a convincing alien lookalike.

(nice guy though - I had a chat with him later on)

I whizz round to the alien video angle,

(thus avoiding the lamp in the background !)

and find a pretty and quite excited girl, being buttoned into her dress,

the sheets on the floor are to keep the dress immaculate - I'm sure that the carpet was vacuumed again and again - just in case -
but oh heck, for the ultimate in perfection - go for the sheets girls !

Young feller up against the wall

church wall actually,

the priest within -
asked for no photographs.

 

quoting the sanctity of the service.

never mind - we get lots of pictures anyway. just not so many of the church.

Spot the stray fist about to clip the usher around the ear !

 

 

Everyone signs the register,

well - not EVERYONE.

the bride, the groom, the witnesses and the priest to be exact.

Everyone else sits tight.

 

 

at Dissington, there is a window which,
when opened,
can provide an aerial view of anyone who happens to be standing below,

it pays to know which window though,

once . . when a little unfamiliar with Dissington . . . . . .

I spent a panicky 5 minutes rushing from window to window like a frantic goldfish trapped in a bowl,
with an expectant crowd waiting below -
they were wondering what the devil I was up to.

only one window on the first floor actually opens you see. . . .
and unless the photographer knows which one,
he gets to look like a trapped goldfish.

 

It could only happen to me . . . .

(gave everyone a laugh though)

There is a room at Dissington, called the billiard room.
it has no billiard table in it - it is sometimes used for the wedding breakfast,
but on this wedding day - the guests were housed (and fed) in a permanent marquee
which is moored (or whatever you do to hold a marquee down) outside in a courtyard.
Our receiving line is therefore held in the billiard room.
The entrance to the marquee is to the left of this picture - camouflaged behind the pedestal rose.

The aforementioned marquee is to the left.

(the camouflage didn't hide it properly)

The marquee is a really effective way that Dissington has of increasing it's capacity.

 

 

A box of tricks sprouts a magician

this fellow occupied the younger elements
in the Library.

A cunning move - this meant that the assorted offspring and little treasures wouldn't get a chance to become bored and race around like maniacs whilst the grown ups enjoyed themselves.

(children wouldn't do that - would they ?)

what is it about reflections and shadows ?

they fascinate me,
they can be taken to mean an awful lot,
but art isn't always interpreted best by the artist.

sometimes the viewer has to make up their own mind.

shadow = mystery, reflection = opposite/twin/alternative.

i'd best leave this discussion,

I'm in danger of sounding as if I know what I'm talking about . . . ..

who me ?     know about art ? ? ?

A view of Dissington, graced by Bev and Chris.

 

I must apologise for the amount of time it's taken me
to get these pictures onto the website.

I've been really run off my feet during the past year,
with lots of wedding photography.

But it's been great fun, due in no small part to lovely folks like Bev and Chris.

Thank you - you've given me a year to remember.