Dorset Wedding : Milly & Charlie : Part Two

Milly & Charlie married at Athelhampton House in Dorset. If you missed the start of their wedding day, indeed the ceremony itself, it’s all still there to be experienced in part one. While they’re off for a post-ceremony jaunt in their wedding car feel free to immerse yourself amongst their guests as celebrations continue.

Papped! Milly & Charlie make their return. It must require a lot of concentration, being a wedding car driver…

The group photo round up begins…

Now all they need to find is the photographer…

Second row…

I strongly advise against this kind of thing but I’ll document whatever happens before me…

Always happy to know I have my back covered…

I’m aware I have ‘a way’ of presenting posed group photographs in these pages. I do sometimes wonder if readers think I don’t actually frame and deliver recognisable examples of the form. I might even be in danger of losing the odd prospective client whom might actually want a few clear posed group shots for the record. Just in case that is the case, let’s see if I can serve up an example of the type of line up I do compose…

I just need to work on my timing a bit more and I think I’ll be there!

There seemed to be something popular going on over there so I thought I should go take a look for myself…

Love me a receiving line…

Milly’s mum, Lizzie. Strictly speaking, Milly’s mum Lizzie’s hair style, rear aspect. Lizzie had been a delight to spend time with during the morning’s preparations and made for a splendidly photogenic subject face on but I had to get a nice shot of her wedding day hair-do (rear aspect) as she’ll not have had a good opportunity to see it for herself…

The anticipation. I find it strangely compelling…

You have to believe me, it was funny. I have the photograph to prove it…

Not what it first appeared…

Receiving line… received, Milly & Charlie honoured their entertainers for the afternoon by gracing them with a dance. “That would have been your first dance as a married couple then?” I enquired. They agreed that it had been. “Right you are, that’s me done. Congratulations and enjoy the rest of your day”…

Then it struck me that there was more to the story yet, so I came back. Something about Marleys. Bobs. Chillis rather. And rugby balls. I remain surprised that none of those found themselves sailing across the banqueting room during the speeches!..

If only you could bottle their enthusiasm, energy and joy, I’d thought to myself earlier in the day. Seems they already had that one covered…

The bushes have grown a little since that one was taken. I mean painted…

Grannie’s flapjacks deserve a special visual mention; a one woman baking venture of heroic proportions…

Lizzie opened the speeches, oratory as elegant as her hat (and herself in general)…

Always handy to have a stenographer on hand as I can’t photograph the words themselves…

Milly’s step-dad Frank picked up the rhetorical baton…

Brace yourself…

Charlie’s turn…

But just a moment. Bear with me while I mix up the timeline a little. Charlie’s brother and best man, Olly. Charlie. A musical fraternity perchance? Conductor and pianist? Just me?..

Probably just me. Moving along (as in time is)…

Charlie’s speech appeared to fall foul of a faux pas or two. I will however come to Charlie’s defence on this matter (without explaining what the matter actually was, which I’m sure he’ll be grateful of). In all of my dealings with both he and Milly I’ve found them to be a highly articulate couple, erudite, great conversationalists with a commensurate grasp of their native language. When Charlie employed the term, “reverted to” (and I’ll not elaborate contextually; some things are best kept in the family, so to speak), he did employ the correct syntax. Now had he said, “took recourse to” it would have been a whole other matter. Still, it was hilarious…

Don’t blame yourself Charlie. Get them all thesauruses for Christmas :~)…

Where everyone knows your name (just not their own)…

Music maestro please…

Olly’s speech was a masterpiece of humour laden brinkmanship…

And he’d kept all the things he wasn’t allowed to say in the form of written notes…

Speeches were rounded off with a surprise oration from Charlie’s Grannie whom related the story of how she’d come to bake hundreds of flapjacks for the wedding day…

Speeches complete we made haste to get out into the gardens for some portraits. It was more on the dark side at this stage than it was light. The tail end of dusk I suppose. The portrait photographs seem to suggest otherwise but take a look at the background of that photograph of Charlie’s grandmother speaking and see what you can see through the window. Luckily my cameras have special slots to fit carrots into.

Just in time. And I’m sure I uttered a “phew” too…

I’d have offered to lend a hand but I was still on duty…

Got my back up…

Prophetic maybe. Or perhaps he was just drawing a line of demarkation. Introducing The Kicks (book them!)…

Everyone bar no-one was at it…

All those line outs. Transferable skills…

And I think they’re all still going to this day. A solution to the global energy crisis.

Congratulations Milly & Charlie and thanks for having me along for such an enthusing experience!

Contact Dorset Wedding Photographer Phillip Allen : phill@misterphill.com : 07870 696248

Antony Turner - Absolutly magnificent Phil,

I want me some of those Grannie’s flapjacks if possible ;-) lol

Milly - As a wedding collective we pull some extraordinary facial expressions! The photos during the speeches are just priceless. . . I can remember every word that was said based on the face being pulled … fantastic.

Antony – afraid to say Grannie’s flapjacks were wolfed down, but I’m sure she’s open for new commissions : )

Thanks again Phill for such fabulous pictures …

thomas - Beautiful as always. Nicely pulled out of the dusk/dark, those portraits, never would’ve guessed. And what a cake!

Phillip Allen - Thanks all :~) and a big thank you Milly for being such a pleasure to work for/with (not that I really consider it ‘work’ work!)

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