Bertha whistled through the night dropping heavy rain and whipping branches into a frenzy, the mornings weather was truly not looking good, with a wedding ceremony booked for 2.30 all eyes were to the skies, what could be crossed was and prayers said, all that could be done was to wait.
Whilst the makeup was applied, rays of sunshine began to stream through the stain glass rimmed windows;
Everybody ready, it was time to mount up and journey to Lady Margarets Medieval Hall in Honiton a picturesque little chapel hidden in a private small corner of the town;
On arrival, the guests assembled the bride made her entrance, vows exchanged, even a re-proposal, (is there such a thing?)
Photos done and the return Journey to The Belfry in the beautiful village of Yarcombe to be started, there was a little time to take a detour via the Devon lanes en-route for a few extra photos.