Last Saturday we headed back to the Salvation Army Hall in Boscombe, Bournemouth to photograph the wedding of Karen and Adrian. These two are normally found playing the Cornet in the Salvation Army Brass Band, but on this special occasion they were going to be able to stand back and enjoy the music at their own wedding.
A couple of hours before the ceremony took place I made my way to Karen’s parents house to snap up some bridal preparations, meet the folks and snap up some of the finer details of Karen and her bridesmaids’ dresses.
I went a little abstract to start with…
In the front room, the bride was getting her hair styled by Tracy and Hayley of Brideshair.co.uk.
Meanwhile, the bridesmaids got themselves dressed…
The buttons on Karen’s dress were so teeny tiny that they had to be done up with a crochet needle. Not sure how this problem was resolved in the evening.
Of course, Dad needed to make sure he was presentable too.
Love this one.
At the Salvation Army Hall, Ian met up with Adrian (left) and Kevin right.
The next door neighbours popped round to present the Bride with a good-luck gift.
Then it was time to head to the hall. I squeezed in the front of this Beauford. Then, once the bridesmaids had been dropped off it went back for Karen and her Dad.
The waiting congregation were treated to the brilliant Salvation Army Hall Brass Band.
Ian was on the balcony whilst I stayed up front.
When we left the hall it was noticeably a lot windier! Then, after a bit of mingling we made our way to the Heathlands Hotel in Bournemouth.
After a drink and some family shots in the garden the room was pretty much ready for the guests to enjoy the wedding breakfast.
Speeches came first though…
Kevin, the Best Man (and Groom’s Brother) gave a lovely speech complete with old family snaps on a projector screen.
He also presented the newly weds with the most brilliant gift for their walls. I was incredibly impressed with the thought that went behind this. Outstanding!
It was getting on in the day after everyone had been fed and we were reminded that it’s really not summer any more. The light was drawing in, but luckily we only had a few spits of rain and a veil-loving wind to contend with.
Gotta love the beach huts! They gave us some good shelter and plenty of colour.
OK. I just want to make this absolutely clear. I did not ask Adrian to point at the word “Fruit”.
Back at the hotel the evening reception got underway. The pick and mix proved popular.
But we all know what artificial colouring does to you.
Possibly the shortest First Dance in the history of man. One verse into the song everyone else piled onto the dance floor.
Looks like it was going to be a good night.
Thanks so much for letting us share our day with you, Karen and Adrian. You were much fun to be around and Karen… I know you say you don’t ever smile but I think we caught you out a couple of times, don’t you?