The obvious first one for my series is this one, taken on our wedding day (no sh*t Sherlock!) nearly thirteen years ago. It strikes me looking back at it now, how young we both look (and how much thinner, too!)
We had a lovely day, although the weather was pretty miserable for June, but to be honest I don’t think we really took much notice. We got married and had our reception at the Rhinefield House Hotel in the New Forest – we really wanted to have just one venue, rather than everybody having to drive from church to reception – all a bit inconvenient we thought. We encountered a problem, though, because the hotel we wanted didn’t have a ‘licensed’ room for weddings, therefore we couldn’t get married there. Until I found a vicar in the Free Ads (yes, really) who was happy to carry out a wedding ceremony anywhere you fancied. Real vicar, all the same words and everything, only problem was, it wasn’t a legal wedding. So, we sneaked off a week before the wedding and got married ‘officially’ in Torquay Registry Office – just us and two friends as witnesses – and then went and drank champagne and ate fish and chips on the seafront! And nobody on the actual day had any idea we were actually already married!!