Driving around beautiful Knysna is always a bit of a treat. The town is pretty much in a league of its own. You get the feeling that the people of this world famous coastal village on the Garden Route are extremely proud of their product and it shows. Clean streets, friendly people, manicured from pillar to post. Scouting around to find a place to shoot Anzelle’s Trash the Dress took Helen and myself deep into the Knysna Forest, past some elusive elephants, monkeys, then onto The Heads, Leisure Island, Buffels Bay, Sedgefield and Noetzie in very random order. But we finally agreed that Brenton-on-Sea was the spot. Those Garden Routers are extremely fortunate to have a place like Brenton on their doorstep. Anyway in the early morning I first shot Rob, Anzelle and the family and then it was time for Anzelle to climb into her dress. Now let me tell you something, the last time she strutted her stuff in her dress was 10 years ago! True I tell you! 10 years and a baby later and here she was, primed and ready to go. To fit into your wedding dress some 3 650 days after your wedding day is one heck of an achievement in itself. Be that as it may, it was time for me to get into ‘no mercy’ mode. The sea was rough. It was angry. There was a mean premier-pharmacy.com/product-category/migraine/ tide pushing in. It looked pretty darned hazardous. Perfect for some midday entertainment. We started on the cliffs high above the beach at Brenton-on-Sea and slowly made our way downwards. Once we reached sea level I started wondering as to whether or not I should actually send the poor girl into the water. It really, really was a bit dangerous. But being the girl that Anzelle is, in she went. I remember warning her that no matter what, if the water rushed up and smashed into her, she had to try and remain calm and look sexy. Wishful thinking. As the first wave struck her with proper brute force she screamed for her life. ‘Get the hell out of there,’ I shouted. Fat chance that was going to happen. ‘Boom!’ Another wave. And another. And another. And so the time passed with Anzelle and Rob getting pounded left, right and centre. The sealife wasn’t being overly helpful either, cutting into their feet and generally making life quite difficult. But they survived and now they have the photos to prove it. Good, brave work chaps. I’m really proud of you guys. I was tough saying goodbye to them, but into the car we jumped and headed for destination PE for Charles and Riana’s wedding…
