Llanberis wedding PHOTOGRAPHER

Okay, not strictly a Llanberis wedding, let’s drive seven minutes from Gwennan and Ian’s to Nant Peris. To the church of  St. Peris to be more precise. Such a romatic location; nestled deep in a valley in Snowdonia.

We’re in November now and one year ago I met with Ian and Gwennan. Ian’s a keen photographer and Gwennan knows weddings, she used to coordinate them, she loves a schedule and I love a schedule so we were going to get along.

Running between houses in Llanberis

Gwennan’s parents live around the corner from Ian and Gwennan. If possible, if timings and geography work out it’s fun for me to skip between bride and groom during preparations. Neither of you know how you spend the morning, to document this time  triggers memories. As I write I’m reminded  that my brief from Gwennan was to document everything. Her parent’s home was full to the brim with rich opportunities for me.

“Is it still  raining, I hadn’t noticed”

Oh boy did it rain, just as we were arriving at church. I was zipped up to my nose as I carried my gear into church. I’m not dressed in my finery though, everyone else is and it’s such a trial to stay dry. It’s good photography though! It did stop eventually and we were able to drive down to the lagoons in Llanberis for some photography.

Max

I haven’t mentioned Max the dog. He was Ian’s companion in the morning whilst the groomsmen were sorting out a car incident. Max was a poor soldier with his paw in bandage. What a brave boy he was.