Rain pelting down on our windscreen, skyr for breakfast, inappropriate (for a wedding) music coming out of car speakers and a very creative interpretation of what counts as fresh vegetables…
I look down onto the streets of London. The sun reflects off windows and makes everything seem like a perfect little model world, moving figures and toy cars. Behind me…
A blur of red, gold, pink, blue, green and yellow. White sleeves, Mehndi on your hands, the sun in your palms. The smell of incense, a wood fire burning and…
The highway opens up in front of us, flanked on both sides by pine trees and ragged cliffs. Past apple orchards the road winds up the mountain, closer and closer…
When I first met Cam it was a grey, wet day in February. The idea of an outdoor ceremony for an Autumn wedding at Barnsley House seemed both wonderful (outside! Bright…
The wind picks up a flower petal from Atrin’s dress and swoops it up into the air. For a moment it hangs suspended as if weightless before dropping next to…