It’s faintly ironic, I suppose, that the commitment I’m most worried about for this whole wedding fandango is the one that I’ll make to a dress. On the other hand, perhaps it’s just logical: I spent the best part of 30 years carefully selecting R; I had a year to find a dress. Less, when
At the start of the month we visited Barcelona, albeit very briefly, for my elder sister’s wedding. Because of R’s job in education, and because I point-blank refuse to spend time with my family without my backup team around, we flew out on the morning of the wedding & had to head back after only a day-and-a-half.
Grass against bare legs, the wind in my hair, a scattering of birds overhead. The flowers that bloom here are strange and hardy – tufts of tiny white fluff that cling to their stems through August, giving way to a sea of purple heather by September. These photographs, shot by Jo and James Melia on our