Holly and Sam got married a few weeks ago at The Merewood in Windermere. It was the first weekend of our good weather spell. I had had started to have anxiety nightmares a few weeks before the wedding because there had been word of an informal fly past (Sam’s in the RAF). For a videographer, this would have been a challenge; I mean I know that you have to be alert to film a wedding - there are crucial moments - for example, you can’t miss the exchange of rings, the vital kiss, the meeting down the aisle… However, a fly past is totally out of our experience. Imagine, cameras poised skywards… only to miss… I was sort of resigned to just filming people’s reactions and sort of hedging my bets a bit, blue screen and CGI effects did come to my mind. When we arrived on the morning to film Holly getting ready, what a relief when she said it was not happening anymore. I think that Lydia, the marvellous photographer lady who splits her life between Bolton and the South of France, was equally relieved!
Despite the lack of a fly past, the day was beautiful - Holly’s friend sang her into the ceremony to Eva Cassidy’s Song Bird, another friend read a self-penned poem and Holly’s sister’s boyfriend piped the happy couple from one part of the day to the next.
