Archive for Bury Court Barn
You know, when you stare at the word ‘extravaganza’ long enough you become convinced it was only invented by someone playing Scrabble with an exceedingly naive opponent. Nevermind about that, but do mind about popping over to The Bary at Bury Court (or as I like to call it Bury Court Barn) on Sunday March 21 between the hours of 11am and 4pm. In their words it will have “an excellent selection of exhibitors covering a wide range of professional wedding services”. I start to twitch at being referred to as professional….but then I suppose, if the shoe fits.
I’ll be there (and Nicola too)….so come on down (Price is Right stylee) and let’s talk shop.
For more information (well, not really, but you can get a map etc) go to Bury Court Barn’s website.
Rachel at Bury Court back in May
There’s no question I love being busy. Especially in the winter months. With 5 weddings between the 18th of December and the 9th of January I knew things were always going to be hectic. Christmas, New Year, travel to York — twice in 5 days. What I didn’t expect was 2 cases of Chickenpox and 4 days off of school. All in all it put everything behind…a lot. Thankfully everyone has been more than understanding…clients, family…everyone. For that I am grateful. Earlier this week I posted a new slideshow on the website. Here’s a link:
Help Wanted: Red Nosed specialist need only apply. Seemed like a good idea on Thursday night when the snow started to fall. By Friday morning we were in a winter wonderland. Time to change the plans a bit and collect Darren a wee bit early. Funny thing was, it was far more dicey this side of the county than in Wonersh where Tor’s parents live and where the church is. It was funny being back in Wonersh. Nicola and I had our wedding reception in The Grantley Arms 14 years ago…the same pub that Duncan and many of the guests met at before the ceremony.
Bury Court was lovely — as usual. Such a warm and inviting space. Of course the gigantic overhead gas heaters probably have something to do with that. Below are some faves…some interesting bits and some random hoo-hah.
Ding dong merrily on high
Halleluja

For those of you without microscopic vision it says “Bra through hoops” – As Mrs Maguire said…”you had me a bra”
Both myself and this Bridesmaid agreed that it wasn’t the most convenient place to leave a map

Tor’s Dad get a first look
I DID SAVE THE DATE….I WAS THERE!!!!! Tor is Nick’s Brother and I shot Nick and Clare’s wedding in 2006
I know…its shocking…but its true

All about the girls
The headless groomsmen arrive minus the horse of the apocolypse
Its only fair that I show you this…
…so that you know who these belong to
Trying, without much success, the remember the 2nd and 3rd verses of ‘We Wish You a Merry Christmas”
“oh bring us some figgy pudding”
Here’s Nick (aka Tor’s Brother and celebrity of the save the date card on the fridge a few snaps ago)
“we won’t go until we get some” — I assume that’s referring to the figgy pudding

Carol…no, really.

The sausage roll monitor wasn’t in the mood to play games

I’ve shot at Bury Court Barn loads of times…but had never seen this table plan idea

Tor sits by the window whilst the ghost of Christmas past lurks in the background
Never one to be outsmarted, Tor grabs him by the mistletoe

oohhhh…ahhhh…
ahhh…ohhhh…
Perhaps my most interesting cake shot ever (so what does that tell you)
Its so, ho, ho cold
Chef Boyardee



Eye-ye-ye

And a few from Mr Darren

Not many people will like this as much as I do…and that’s ok..moving on

Uhoh…someone just grabbed the map
This week I went long and he went wide


Biscotti

Loads more to come on Tuesday…more likely Wednesday. We’ve got a family thing going on Monday. So let’s just say tune in on Wednesday late afternoon. For tonights just one I decided let’s go for something that identifies the unique nature of the environment today.

It was great to get back to Bury Court Barn. Since I was last there the leaves have started to turn and there’s a bit of a chill in the air. But this and the wet weather did little to dampen the spirits of the family and friends of Gee and Jon. I was happy to be back…and speaking of being back its all a little weird. A year ago I shot a wedding at Bury Court Barn. The church was in Rowledge and the prep was at Groomes. A year later I return for a wedding at Bury Court Barn, a ceremony at the same church in Rowledge and prep at Groomes. Georgina’s surname is Howard. I also shot a wedding of a Georgina and Howard at Bury Court Barn last December. These coincidences…can they be dismissed? Who knows.
Whilst we’re talking about suppliers…you must know that Groomes is one of the finest country houses around. Great location and wonderful people!

The forgotten character from Monsters Inc
Even with this graphical illustration, its unlikely that brides nationwide will ever really understand the offside rule
A belt? On a wedding dress? Well Mr…it was magic…a great idea (and her dress had pockets as well…clearly designed by a man!)
Rubadubdub
Hey..go figure…its my JUST ONE
Talking head
Wedding Twister
The devil is surely in HERE!
Lured in by the promise of free beer, the two at the front were still blissfully unaware as to the fate that awaited them in only a few short minutes
Pete (aka the car guy as well as the owner of Groomes — the location of the bridal prep) thinks he’s pulled…
Dude…where’s the beer?
Awww..bless…Jon’s son goes Bridesmaid Commando and sorts out Gee’s dress

Most people don’t know this, but they did meet at Wacky Faces master class at the National Circus Museum
Another guest falls victim to the handshake buzzer

I suppose if all the London buses are on the Hants/Surrey border its no wonder they only come along now and then
The beautiful and elegant work of Suzannah from Tiger Rose
Yes, as a matter of fact, I WAS raised in a barn




Fair play to Gee…not many Bride’s would faithfully execute the request “could you please sit on the floor”
Mood-E

Not everyone appreciated the Rocky Mountain Oyster starter
I suddenly got the feeling that Mafia Wars wasn’t just a Facebook phenomenon
Executing faithfully the proverb wispered to me by the Dali Lama in which he said “he who sits in good light, gets ones photo taken” — exactly what he was doing in the queue at the Wild Bean Cafe at the Petersfield services is beyond me


No…really…me and the Lama are tight! Skeptics!

Croissant (faithful readers will realise I’m running out of euphamisms for toast — not that toast is offensive…unless of course its got Marmite on it!)
Fair do’s to this chap. When Joshua decided he couldn’t read the mini speech he wrote for his Dad and Gee, this fella stepped up to the plate. Unfortunately he too began to crack. Was it the sensitive words written by the 6 year old scribe or perhaps the sudden realisation you get when you realise you are speaking in front of 115 people and you are only 9 years old.. you make the call.
In the end, Gee read it along with a little help from Joshua
Best Man — time for a Powerpoint presentation

beef/cake
It all started rather peculiarly










