The first wedding of the year which saw a rather puce florist clinging onto a tent pole praying. Delicate english skin caught the sun. Yes…the sun. It shone before the wedding. During the wedding? A deluge. And then the sun came out again and things dried up – in time for the flyover. Apparently heart shaped airstreams for this lucky couple.
I am still in awe of this garden. Created my a very lovely mother of the bride. Simply stunning. And a brother than can bake a cake*