Bailiffscourt Hotel is a little jewel of a place down on the south coast – what looks like a sixteenth century manor house, but I am reliably informed by our groom, actually built some sixty years ago by a chap who insisted that every brick was sourced from medieval sites. And I thought my new office was taking a long time to build. The hotel sits next to open countryside that rolls into the sea by way of a rape field, and we were lucky to experience an incredible sunset that evening.
The blessing was to take place in a tiny chapel on the grounds, which meant that I had to actually stay outside with the doggies. No space at the front, no aisle, and standing room only for the guests. Father John was very accommodating though, and I was able to enter after the ceremony for some shots of Rachel and Will at the altar.
Speeches were made outside in the sunshine, and in the evening everyone was treated to a few numbers by Earl Okin before dancing the night away….
Will wrote:
“Thanks for these Guy, they are absolutely amazing. It was great meeting you and we thought you did an excellent job. Please feel free to ask anyone who needs a reference for your work to call us. I am sure you do not need that though.
Thanks again
Will”
Favourites below, the whole story on my website
