Oliver and Michelle, Granger Bay Hotel School. December 2014 was without a doubt the busiest month I have ever had. It was just crazy. A mad month of weddings is always manageable because you prepare carefully, make sure you get enough rest the night before, then take things really slowly and easily the morning of wedding day so that by the time the afternoon comes, you’re tuned to perfection. It’s a science I tell you – Tim Noakes could make a study of it. HOWEVER. December is never a normal month because outside of weddings, everyone on the planet seems to want a family photoshoot. So the bottom line is that I look at my diary and say: ‘Whoa, time to play Survivor.’ And so December went – up sand dunes, over rocks, into waves, through old buildings, behind vineyards, across open fields, into houses, out of outhouses, back into the car, drive, shoot, eat and sometimes sleep. Christmas Day arrived. Ah, a day off. Then it was back into the car, sunburnt face, shoot, edit, package, go. By the time Oliver and Michelle’s wedding day arrived I was broken. All that was left was a semblance of a sense of humour and an overworked camera. I woke up on 31 December knowing that it was going to be the longest wedding of the year in terms of hours behind the camera. Normally I leave a wedding between 10.00pm and 10.30pm. Today I had to push through until 2.00am. I’ll be honest with you. I was semi-depressed. I had absolutely no idea how I was going to make it through. But I did. With generic cymbalta and weight gain room to spare – pulling away like an Olympic sprinter at the line, hands raised above my head going:’ yeah baby yeah, whose your daddy now!’ The only difference was that I wasn’t wearing spikes and tight shorts with a sock stuffed down the front. You see, that’s the thing about doing something that you absolutely love. You run through the pain. In fact, you don’t feel pain at all. You just get swept up in the moment and ride the wings of a high wild wind. The next thing you’re bumping into a bridesmaid whose wedding you’ve shot before (hello Ash Battle and Gren), watching one of the finest sunsets in the world, smiling, laughing and joking with your bride and groom, chuckling at speeches, making fun of guests, stealing the odd canapé, until eventually BOOM! It’s midnight. And fireworks explode overhead. And there’s a whole lot of champagne shooting through the air. And everyone is loving and hugging and kissing. And it’s a bright New Year. And man, life is good. Isn’t that what it’s all about? You bet it is. Oliver and Michelle, thank you. That was real. Survivor never felt so good!