Rosie & Phil’s wedding photography
Remember that week in June this year when it rained, and rained, and then rained some more? That was when Rosie and Phil got married. Early on a very soggy Saturday morning I pootled up the A6 in my tiny car to Accrington, to the home where Rosie grew up.
I love bridal prep. Make up everywhere, glasses of orange juice and tons of snacks strewn across the dinner table, buckets of flowers waiting to be selected and placed into hair, button holes and hands, make up timetables written on the chalk board underneath items for the weekly shop. The super special mingling with everyday life in a way that makes me go a bit tingly.
I was worried about the weather, if I’m completely honest. My wonderful second shooter, Kirsty Rockett, came equipped with white brollies just in case, but it was bloody cold for the time of year. I knew that Rosie had planned for some time outside, but the ground was so waterlogged that water was oozing from the earth the moment you stepped on the grass.
Rosie wasn’t bothered though. Honestly, this lady exudes such warmth and class, that I knew she would take this in her stride. Thankfully the bar was open all day, and they’d put out table games to keep the guests happy. It meant I had to get a bit creative with the group shots, as you’ll see in a mo, but it also meant I got captured a funny moment when Rosie was trying to get out of the pagoda, her friends shielding her with brollies. And of course, the all important couples portraits were away from their guests, which is always nice.