Kerry and her bridesmaids were already getting their hair and make-up done when I pulled into the drive. A lovely slate love heart greeted me at the front door, with an alarming notice suggesting they had gone to the chapel. Surely not I thought before being welcomed inside by her mum. Father was already busy playing on the big screen as I recognised Emma Motion from a recent wedding. Dazzled by the sun and sparkle on show, the camera got to work capturing a thoughtfully laid trail of wedding bling.
With zero days until Kerry becomes Mrs Burns, the sense of excitement grew as the girls scrubbed up in style. Dad was admiring his new cuff links upstairs where the kilt and jacket lay on a bed. Meanwhile the boys were limbering up at St John’s church in Portobello, greeting guests and keeping a watch on the time. Kris and his best man posed for a few quirky photographs before the ushers joined in to show off their best side. Their hands on approach kept everyone amused as the clock ticked towards one ‘o clock.
Kerry and her Dad purred up in a vintage white Jaguar, grinning from ear to ear as the camera took in the view from the passengers front seat. The little flower girl was patiently waiting outside as Kerry gracefully exited the car, only to be greeted with the kind of welcome which only a child can provoke. The bridal bouquets from Sweetpeas Floral Design were paraded as the bridal party posed for a few photographs at the church entrance, before being ushered inside by the priest for the walk down the aisle.
Kerry and Kris spent much of the ceremony listening to the entertaining priest, occasionally glancing at each other to offer a smile. The grins only increased as the happy couple exchanged rings and said their vows, before exiting back down the aisle to a barrage of cameras and flashes. I was in perfect position to catch them (still grinning) as they walked out of the church into daylight. The front entrance then played host to some family photographs as the colourful red bus pulled up on the cobbled street.
With guests safely onboard the little red bus, I met up with Kerry and Kris at Ghillie Dhu and headed straight out into the sunshine of Princes Street gardens. A quiet spot offered some welcome shade for a warm up, before Kerry started spinning to show of her Lara by Maggie Sottero dress. We were dizzy just watching as the Vivienne Westwood shoes danced on the concrete, a flash of red occasionally catching the eye. The sense of fun only continued as their trademark grin graced the gardens.
The reception room setup by Fancy That Too looked stunning, cleverly decorated with a mixture of film star table names and personal family wedding photographs. The cake looked Too Good To Eat and stole the show as guests took their seats ahead of the speeches. It was Ghillie Dhu at it’s best. Dark, moody and opulent with fantastic attention to detail thanks to the talents of wedding co-ordinator Rebecca. Their meal provided the perfect opportunity to arrange for a rendezvous with a pair of handcuffs.
The replica handcuffs seemed the perfect way to celebrate the joining of forces (they both work for the emergency services) but we nearly had to call them out after the key broke! Poor Kris stood there trying not to looked concerned as we all laughed at the irony of such a compromising situation. Thankfully, Kerry had not spent too much on the poundland handcuffs judging by the way they threatened to fall apart. A moment of glamour on the spiral staircase brought our creative indulgence to a fitting close.
Everyone gathered round as The Vinyls warmed up ahead of the first dance. Phil from Solar Weddings was filming with me, and we smiled at each other as Kerry changed into a pair of wedding styled trainers. The happy couple took to the floor to a huge round of applause and kicked off the evening’s entertainment. What a pleasure it was to see happiness light up the dance floor through the lens of a camera. Much of this exciting day had passed in a flash, but I got the strong impression that some things are made to last.