When my old friend Toadfish (Andrew to anyone who didn't skull innumerable pints with him at the student's union) called me up and asked me to shoot his and Rachel's marriage in my old university town of Edinburgh in January 2014 I did a small jig of excitement around the living room. And then I wondered what on earth I'd done with my thermal unmentionables. Scottish winters can be a bit... brisk.
The light in Scotland is extraordinary. I can't ever quite put my finger on exactly what makes it so... it's like the air is clearer (actually, what am I saying? The air IS clearer). It has a different colour and texture. If it wasn't so bloody cold you'd never get me away from the place.
Anyway, less of my rambling. Let me tell you a smidgeon of the story of Rachel and Toad. It sounds like it's a bloomin miracle they ever got as far as a first date actually... They met as Venture Scouts way back in 1996 and whilst acquainted in that teenage sort of way, managed to not notice each other especially. In 2003 they managed to live one street away from each other in Gorgie, and despite Rachel inviting Toad for dinner a couple of times, it doesn't sound like he quite realised that the option of more might be on the cards (lesson here ladies: flashing neon lights are often construed as barely a gentle hint by those with a Y chromosome). I gather they even managed to share a tent... there may have been a small element of rescue even... on a Scout rafting tour in Tasmania some years after that. Not sure which one didn't notice that love might just possibly be in the air there.
By some amazing luck, they managed to get it together 5 years ago to the day of their wedding (aw!) at a friend's 40th. Thank goodness is all I can say! It only takes 10 seconds to see that they're an amazing team, and their smiles and love just shone out throughout the whole day.
The wedding was held at Howies Restaurant. Beautiful, elegant decor. Beautiful elegant dresses (special mention to Rachel's mama who made the bridesmaids' frocks from scratch. Wow is all I can say there). Rather dashing kilts. We battled the howling wind (and hordes of excited tourists) and nipped up Calton Hill for all of ten minutes until the rain threatened to unmake us. We ate the most marvellous Scottish food (did I mention it was Burns Night????!) and the speeches made me laugh so hard I nearly dropped the camera. Genius. A ska band came on after the cutting of the fab cake and then everyone proceded (your friendly neighbourhood photographer included here) to bop until they dropped.
I have had an absolute nightmare trying to decide which shots I liked best. Once I got under 100 I gave up whittling. Bear with the series, they're lovely memories of an amazing day. Tons of love to the happy couple - enjoy your fabulous Cuban honeymoon!! xx