The snowdrops, crocuses, and ducks were all out to greet us when we arrived at the Moat House
for a beautiful wedding day. While I waited for Dan to arrive with his groomsmen I had the chance to say hi to a few of our feathered friends and take some lovely springtime shots. Acton Trussell is a beautiful little village on the outskirts of Stafford with a stunning church that dates back to 1212, which sounds more like a rugby score than a date.
While I was doing this, Phil was photographing all the fun and excitement of bridal prep, inducing 'weddyfying' a plaster cast, and Phil being a complete mummy's boy with two rather lovely mums. Both of us are great at quickly making friends, getting involved, and having a laugh together with everyone. We're not the type to be creepy photographers hiding in the corner snapping from a distance. This especially helps when you walk into a room full of ladies in their dressing gowns!
Having done my establishing shots of the Moat House, church (and ducks), I spotted Dan and company arriving in style in a limo, looking great in their sharp blue suits. After getting the buttonholes pinned in place, which is always tricker than you think it's going to be, we took the two-minute walk from the Moat House to St James’s. It’s definitely a bonus to have the church so close to the celebrations venue. I got some classic Reservoir Dogs-style shots as the lads strolled past the snow that was still at the sides of the lane.
Danielle made the journey by classic car, because that’s the bride’s prerogative! The chauffeur took her around the block a couple of times, so she was actually in the vehicle for more than a thirty seconds. We did worry a little though, when we initially saw the car going what we thought was the wrong way from the venue!
St James’s is such an intimate and beautiful church, with all the character you’d expect those eight hundred-plus years of history to give. The reverend led a lovely heartfelt ceremony with some great readings from family and friends, and a tear or two shed by Danielle’s dad.
Before we knew it, Dan and Danielle were walking back down the aisle as husband and wife. Just outside the church came the moment for one of our favourite spontaneous photos of the day; when poor Danielle’s veil got picked up by the breeze, and caught on an iron railing! No meltdowns from our Danielle, just giggles as she thought it was hilarious. So did Dan, who was absolutely no use helping! In the end it was Phil who freed Danielle from her spiky bride-trap.
Then it was time for the short walk back up the lane to the Moat House for the party! A great group of relaxed friends and families gave us the opportunity to capture loads of great reception shots. We then made our way through to the beautifully lit dining room for some hilarious speeches and lots more fun.
You know it’s been a fab wedding day when you don’t look at your watch once, and before Phil and I knew it, there was a cake to be cut, and some serious shapes to be thrown on the dance floor.
Every wedding season certain families can't help but stand out a little; Dan and Danielle's are one such family. They were unbelievably warm and welcoming, not to mention fun! Two mothers as thick as thieves and a complete riot, and fathers full to the brim with pride. It really does feel special seeing families that fit so wonderfully, come together to enjoy each other's company, and join their family though marriage. I can only imagine how much fun Christmases must be in the family household.
Thanks to Danielle, Dan, and their wonderful families, for making us part of your fab day, and just remember to steer clear of those spiky railings!