Rosie and Dan asked me to shoot their wedding in one of the most beautiful cities in the world and at one of the most amazing venues I’ve ever been to. I’m talking of course about the Roman Baths in it’s namesake’s city.

This Iconic building although relatively modern in places has areas that date back almost 2000 years. It’s also the first Unesco World Heritage site I’ve had the privilege to shoot a wedding at. My best friend got married the day before at which I was Best Man, so I drove down that morning to start the Prep Shoot in an apartment that Rosie had rented for her and her bridesmaids to get ready in.

It was frenetic. With bridesmaids, flower girls, parents and grandparents coming and going, all of it taking place in just three rooms. Amazing to shoot though with so much happening and such a buzz in the air. It turned out to be the hottest day of the year so far, a wonderful dry heat that meant that traveling in the breezy Ford Model T was, although feeling like a church pew being dragged at speed over a frozen ploughed field, a wonderful treat.

The ceremony itself was conducted in the Old Pump Rooms, a glorious building of vaulted ceilings and curved walls. I got to see behind the scenes as I needed to get to the balcony for a shot of all the guests. This is one of the real perks of being a wedding photographer, we get more of an access all areas pass that has seen me on roofs, in catacombs and on one notable occasion, a very long secret tunnel that required a heavy rusty door to be heaved open and me wandering down alone ( it was purported to be haunted and the staff refused join me ) with only the occasion pulse of light from my camera flash to see what was beyond.

Whilst the guests went on to the Baths for the reception we, that is Dan, Rosie and myself went off in the Model T to the Royal Crescent to take advantage of the low sun and another stunning backdrop.

The next stop of course were the Baths. Another hold on to your hats ride in a car older than my grandmother and we arrived. Due to getting married on a Sunday the streets were a lot emptier than usual, allowing me to take some shots outside with no one else cluttering the view.

The day culminated the way all good weddings do, as a stonking party.