In the middle of last year, I ended up shooting a wedding for some friends of mine at the Feversham Arms in the centre of Helmsley, North Yorkshire.
Wedding photography is a black art unto itself. In addition to all the pressures of the day you’re there to capture what should be one of the happiest days of two people lives and potentially bollocksing that up is a terrifying idea. The initial thought of it filled me with dread, but after chatting with Chris and Sarah they were fairly relaxed about the whole thing. As long as we got a few nice ceremony and family shots they were as happy as Larry.
On the actual day, things couldn’t have gone smoother. The sun was out, it was hot (maybe a little too much as everyone was eyeing jumping in the spa pool at one point) and it was stress free for everyone. As it was quite a small ceremony with only close family members I didn’t have to do a great deal of running about either.
Things wot I learned that day:
- Make friends with the registrar - they’re the most experienced person there and have done this dozens of times more than you. Likewise the event runner at the venue.
- Whatever elaborate plans for your wedding photos with props, photo styles or locations you have they go right out the window once you learn you’ve got a baby on the way.
- In North Yorkshire the bride and groom walk up the aisle opposite to other counties. So if anyone suddenly still objects and makes a lunge for you, your sword arm is free to run them through.
And yes, I know they should have worn socks.
If you want a proper wedding photographer, don’t ask me. Get someone like the (now award winning) Andy Gaines to do it for you - he’s as friendly as a puppy and looks a bit like Mark Owen.