Gareth too, was looking as dapper as Tubbers. He was just putting the finishing touches to his wedding day outfit when I arrived, fitting a natty pair of braces to his smart Paul Smith suit. It wasn't always that way though - he went through a hairy period when he was working in the wilds of Clare, sporting the kind of beard every man secretly wants to wear, for a while at least.
Mary & Gareth were married in a Humanist Ceremony in The Diamond Coast Hotel. I always enjoy Humanist weddings - they're more meaningful than the short civil ceremony, and allow people to shape the format for themselves, without the rigid structure of religious ceremonies. I've met Brian Whiteside a few times, but this was my first time to photograph a ceremony conducted by Billy Hutchinson, who did a fine job.
We were on the edge of the wild Atlantic in Enniscrone, and though the sun was shining, the wind was howling in off the ocean. We made a couple of brief forays to the shore, but were beaten back each time, so took refuge in the pub, where Gareth and his identical twin, Best Man Derek, had a pint of plain each, Catherine opted for an appropriate Bacardi Breezer, while Mary & I had a lovely cup of tea each before heading back to the Diamond Coast to start the party proper.
There's been a load of articles on "Photobombing" in the past few days after this photograph hit the web. Apparently it's become a bit of a craze. It had passed me by, but then I spotted the one below. It seems sometimes even your own bridal party can be stealth photobombers.
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