I’ve harped on enough about the beauty of Scotland. But when there’s sunshine and a strong wind blowing and you find yourself on the edge of the Highlands you can’t not take any photos. Fresh eggs for breakfast from the chickens in our garden, Siegrid‘s long red hair in the wind, a deer looking in...
Nathalie and Christopher’s story starts a little differently. Over a year ago I received an email from Christopher: “This is from Christopher rather than from the two of us for one simple reason – I haven’t yet proposed to Nathalie. I have however booked the church!” That’s confidence right there. Apparently Nathalie had already laid...
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I look into Victoria’s eyes, looking at Mark, and I see a light. It sparkles and shines and Mark’s smile shows me he knows. Their hands find each other instinctively and as they walk away Mark says something that makes Victoria laugh, the kind of laughter that makes you grin even as it fades away....
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The Cornish seaside. Clouds are hanging low above the sea and every word we say is being ripped away by forceful gusts of wind. Nathalie and Christopher took us on a walk along the coastal path to the spot where Christopher proposed to Nathalie. Arty runs ahead, up and down the hills, in constant danger...
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The kind of laughter that builds in your stomach and slowly makes it way to the surface, in a bubbly way until it breaks open in a big smile. Pink cherry blossoms floating in the wind. Tow hands finding and holding on to each other. More laughter. Soft rays of sunlight shining through delicate green...
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