This is one of those posts that really doesn't need any text or writing, the photos speak for themselves. Having spent the morning lounging by the pool, getting a manicure and checking out the bridal suite (amazing) we head down to the little chapel opposite the hotel to see Ben and his brother Leo walk their mother, Jill down the aisle. 80 guests were packed into the pews and there wasn't a dry eye in the house when the service was finished... The flowers and decor were beyond lovely (Jill is an interior designer so we knew it was going to be pretty special).
Anna (Ben's sister, yep that gets confusing) was Jill's maid of honour and wore a lovely Coast dress, with the groom's grandchildren as bridesmaids (although the youngest, Samantha, thought she was a princess and was slightly blown away by the people "sleeping" in the graves outside and spent most of the time trying to wake them up). I annoyingly forgot to get a picture of her dress, but it was from Dorothy Perkins and looked about ten times the price it was - gorgeous!
me: Whistles Dress / LK Bennett shoes / LK Bennett clutch, Ben: Atelier Scotch suit / Pringle shirt / McQueen shoes
I really hate occasion dressing and struggled a bit with my outfit. I wore a Whistles dress I'd had for a while, I'm a bit of a coral addict and loved this dress since spotting it at a press day some 6 months before. I was waiting and waiting for a reason to buy it so as soon as the wedding date was set I leaped into the shop to get it (by which point it had been reduced in price by some £150, win). My hair and make up was done (as was Anna and Jill's) by my lovely friend Sarah who travelled all the way from Essex. Shoes and bag are from LK Bennett - obsessed with this print, I also wore the shoes for a little feature with Harrods here.
Lisa wore: Coast dress / Accessorise fascinator, Anna wore: Coast dress, I wore Whistles Dress / Monica Vinader ring and necklace
Leo gave a beautiful speech, followed by the best man James, before their step brother Alex (who is a tenor) sang songs from Les Miserables with ease. From this point the evening becomes a blur (as do the photos, which is why they don't go any further in this post. Vague memories of Lisa and I challenging the bar men to a jagermeister contest, espresso martinis, dancing with the kids like a kid and eating an insane amount of cheese and wedding cake form the rest of the night. The morning after was... painful. As all good wedding should be. Thank you Jill and Barrie for one of the most beautiful few days...