...a midsummer wedding

My (middle-born) son Sam got married at the weekend. He and his (now) wife Lucy live on her family's small-holding/farm in a little oak-beamed house they built themselves, right next door to her parents. They were married at the village church and the reception was held at the farm. It was lovely to finally be able to celebrate such a happy occasion with close friends and family after all the long months of seperation.

The planning and effort that went into the wedding was phenomenal. 

An avenue of wildflowers and sweet peas planted well in advance...

...provided a perfect floral backdrop for photos.

Sam spent hours jet-washing and cleaning the (working) cow-barn* so that it could be transformed into a light, airy reception space, decked with hessian, muslin, foliage, flowers and fairy lights. Blanket-covered hay bales and wooden pallets were used to create informal seating areas and tables in the farm yard and at the back of the barn. 

It was simply beautiful.

 *The usual residents could only look on in amazement from afar - kept at a safe distance behind a locked gate in an adjoining field!

This is one of my favourite photos from the day - out of focus and blurry as it is, it still captures the look of tenderness on my boy's face and the happiness radiating from his beautiful bride.

What a special, magical day!