Our good friends & neighbour’s daughter got married this week. We decided to pop down to the church to see her coming out with her new husband & as usual, I couldn’t resist taking the camera.

The church was a lovely old English church out in Essex. I positioned myself opposite the front door so I could fire off a few snaps as they came out. I don’t think the official photographer was too impressed when he followed the happy couple out & saw me!

I stayed on the periphery & took a few candids which I’ll give to our friends as soon as I can process them.

It felt a little strange, like we were intruders. We clearly weren’t dressed for a wedding (I was in shorts). Although we recognised some of the guests & spoke to them I felt a lot of people were wondering who the hell we were. Nobody said anything, well not until I left & the official photographer caught up with me as I was walking back to the car, wanting to know if I was part of the guest party. When I explained we were the bride’s family’s neighbours he said he thought I might be a freelance out to get some ‘free’ wedding shots for my portfolio. Apparently, it happens.