‘Bye honey, see you later, wish me luck. Cheers kids, enjoy your parties and ballet rehearsals and, and, and…’ And off I went to Allee Bleue in Franschhoek. An hour later I was back on the phone to Helen. ‘Um, I need gumboots and a change of clothes, and towels – I’ve got the umbrellas with me.’ You see, the thing is, I knew there would probably be a bit of rain about, but I really didn’t think that Alle Bleue would actually be under water. But it was. In some sections we probably would have been able to launch a boat with relative ease. Now rain is always a bit of a challenge in this wedding photography business because it’s got the potential to cause complete and utter havoc. Number one amongst those being where on earth do you shoot the family and bridal party. Generally, one can indeed make a plan, but it’s not always ideal. So the trick here is to try and convince everyone to step out into the rain. Which is fine if it’s a drizzle. But when buy cymbalta 60 mg online it’s proper, teeming, unrelenting, hectic, big falling sheets of the good stuff, one has to be utterly convincing to get anyone to step out of the door. Tricky. So into the quagmire I stepped, said hello to Charmaine and the girls, noted a few slightly worried looks, and just sort of said: ‘ag, it’s only a little bit of rain, it’ll blow over.’ Ja right, of course, sure it would. But the truth is that Charmaine and Maris (who’d flown in from Australia for our fine weather), weren’t the least bit worried. So ceremony over, I pulled on the gumboots (thanks for the mercy-run Hel), threw a whole heap of umbrellas at 30 or so people and off we went, slish-slosh, slish-slide-slosh. Lots of laughter, lots of jumping over puddles, lots of wet(ish) people. Never a dull moment I tell you. Charmaine and Maris, it’s probably a good idea to come back for another visit – today it’s 30 degrees outside, with a fair amount of cloud around. Oh hang on, that sounds like rain…
