After helping to prepare the hen party to Barcelona the month before, which you can read about here, it was now time for the event itself, and this wedding had been planned and perfected months in advance. It was going to be a truly traditional wedding, in the sense of the beautiful wedding venue, a photographer, bridesmaids, best men, family and friends, and all of the other trimmings that make an English wedding what you would deem to be perfectly traditional.

And it got me thinking about my wedding. Whenever that may be. In honesty, I have never been extremely fond on the idea of marriage, seeing it as a legally binding contract between two people and their futures, where perhaps there doesn’t need to be such a strict and rigid bond put in place. People change and life changes and you never know how you will feel later on in your life. But that is me, with my ultra realist head on, as always. And perhaps I just need to get involved in the romance of the whole process.

Nevertheless, the marriage of two of my best friends and my mum this summer, have been some of the best and most memorable days of my life.

I am so lucky, to be surrounded by some of the most warm hearted, fun and loving friends a girl could ask for. On this day, I was surrounded by the vast majority of those girls, celebrating the wedding of our best friend who glued us all together. Whilst the boys sat drinking and chatting in the sunshine, me and the girls played around on the grass whilst Alex captured some amazing shots in the sunset.

The biggest congratulations to Steph and Gareth on their wonderful wedding day. Im so proud and honoured to have been a part of it.