How does one even begin to describe this wedding? ‘Oh wow’ would probably do the briefest trick. It’s actually quite difficult to describe it in words – it’s one of those ‘you had to be there’ weddings. It goes without saying of course that Sarah and Paul are terribly, terribly nice people. But that’s just boring stuff, so let me tell you a bit about the wedding. There were about 120 guests at the wedding, of which about 108 flew in from the UK. Oh, and there was an Aussie guest too who nearly didn’t get into any of the photos thanks to Bryce Lawrence (but we put that behind us and allowed the poor bugger in anyway). It was very clear from the start that everyone at the wedding was there to have a darned good time and I was particularly struck by the friendliness of one and all. Still, I did feel a bit like a duck out of water amongst the British contigent. But Sarah and Paul had clearly thought this might be the case so they employed the exceptional services of a Xhosa humanrightsfilmnetwork.org/clomid Choir to sing in the church and at the start to the reception. It was goose-bump, brilliant, awesome stuff. A Xhosa Choir in a church ululating as the bride and groom go about their first kiss has few peers. Add to that a bride who is a madhatter and who doesn’t stop smiling and laughing all day and you have a recipe for awesomeness personified. Then add in a round of speeches that were absolutely exceptional to say the least and as a wedding photographer, you have a plan that is coming together very nicely thank you. Throw in Mont Rochelle Country Kitchen’s outstanding food and service and Bob’s your aunty. By the time I left, lots of wine and some fairly interesting dance techniques had the party in full swing. The following morning it was back to Franschhoek for Paul and Sarah’s post-wedding day cricket match. I do think there were a few sore heads amongst the mob, but the lads hung in there gallantly and even the odd 6 headed over the boundary. Paul and Sarah have subsequently headed back to the UK for a quick celebration there before flying back to Jo’burg to resume life as Mr & Mrs Marchand. And long may they live!