I PROMISE TO PRAY AND ASK FOR MORE OF GOD’S GRACE. I KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO HAVE NOTHING AND NOW I KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO HAVE EVERYTHING. WHAT MORE COULD I WANT THEN, THAN TO COMMIT ALL OF ME, TO YOU?

WHEN ROSS AND STORME HIT ME UP WITH THE WHOLE ‘WE’RE GETTING MARRIED BRO, CAN YOU SHOOT OUR WEDDING’ I NEARLY HAD A HARTAANVAL. THE BIG COVID NUMBER HAS BEEN A BIT DEPRESSING WITH THE INFLUX OF WEDDINGS AND ALL. SO NATURALLY, I’M SO EXTREMELY EXCITED COME WEDDING DAY THAT I LEAVE ABOUT 4 HOURS EARLY. BY THE TIME I’M SUPPOSED TO ACTUALLY ARRIVE AT CAFÉ FELIX IN RIEBEECK-KASTEEL, I’VE ALREADY MADE MATES WITH HALF OF THE TOWN AND SHOT ALL THE SEVERELY STRESSFUL STUFF LIKE CANDLES ON TABLES, EARRINGS AND SO ON. I START SHOOTING STORME’S MAKE-UP, THEN POP DOWN TO SEE ROSS WHO IS GOING TO WEAR A KILT. WE DISCUSS EVERYTHING KILT (INTERESTING CONVO THAT WAS). BACK UP TO STORME. THE KIDS IN HER ROOM ARE SUPER-CUTE. THEN IT’S CEREMONY TIME, CONGRATS, CHAMPERS AND FAMILY PICS….

CEREMONY OVER AND THEN, IT HAPPENED. AS I CONTINUALLY SAY, THERE’S ALWAYS SOMETHING THAT GOES WRONG AT A WEDDING. THIS TIME, IT WAS ME WHO CREATED THE SMALL TECHNICAL ISSUE. HERE GOES…

STORME AND ROSS’ MATE GETHYN DRIVES US TO A NEARBY FARM THAT I’D SCOUTED OUT EARLIER FOR WHAT WAS TO BECOME THEIR POST-TRAUMATIC WEDDING STRESS DISORDER SHOOT. UPON ARRIVING AT THE FARM, I ASKED GETHYN TO TAKE US DOWN A GRAVEL TRACK. PROBLEM WAS, IT WAS A TRACK I HADN’T CHECKED. IT LOOKED SAFE ENOUGH THOUGH. WROOOONG. AS WE GOT TO THE BOTTOM OF THE TRACK, IT BECOME ABUNDANTLY CLEAR THAT THERE WAS NOWHERE TO TURN AROUND. WELL, THERE WAS, BUT YOU HAD TO BE IN A 4 X 4 AND AN ACCOMPLISHED RALLY DRIVER TO PULL THIS ONE OFF. BIT OF A PROB REALLY. SO I SHOOT ROSS AND STORME AS GETHYN PRETENDS TO BE CALM. HOWEVER, AT THE BACK OF MY MIND I’M THINKING: ‘WE’RE IN SERIOUSLY DEEP SHIT HERE.’ I’M ACTUALLY BATTLING TO THINK , LET ALONE DIRECT AND SHOOT MY DEAR WEDDING COUPLE. I’M ACTUALLY SOMEWHAT FRANTIC DEEP WITHIN. ANYWAY, SOMEHOW I MANAGE TO SORT OF FINISH PHOTOGRAPHING THEM. NOT SURE HOW, BUT I DID. MY BELOVED COUPLE NOW STAND AROUND LAUGHING AT THE WHOLE SITU, WHILE I TRY GET GETHYN OUT OF THE POO. AND TRUST ME, I’M NOT THE RIGHT PERSON TO GET ANY DRIVER AND HIS SAID BAKKIE OUT OF THE DWANG. AND THIS WASN’T EXACTLY A BAKKIE (UNLESS YOU CAN CALL A MERC A BAKKIE). ANYWAY, AFTER A LOT TO AND FRO AND ‘WHOA, WHOA, WHOA’ DEAR OLD GETH SHUNTED BACK UP THE HILL. LOTS OF SMOKE AND DUST. I OF COURSE CALMLY WALKED UP BEHIND THE WEDDING TAXI. IT ACTUALLY WASN’T FUNNY. I NEARLY CRIED. YOU MIGHT WANT TO WATCH THIS NAUGHTY VIDEO WHICH ROSS TOOK.

 SO THEN WE HAD SPEECHES AND A RECEPTION AND SOME VERY FUNNY GUESTS – LIKE THE FLYING SQUAD DUDE (WHO COULD KILL ANY MAN ON PLANET EARTH JUST BY LOOKING AT HIM) AND HIS MATES, WHO KEPT ASKING ME TO TAKE PHOTOS OF THEM  OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. HIGHLY ENTERTAINING. IT’S GREAT TO BE BACK. GO ROSS & STORME!

 HAVE TO SNEAK IN A PIC OF MYSELF WITH MY TWO BRIDES. CHECK OUT NICK & VJORN’S WEDDING HERE.