The first scene I saw in the morning was Diane's dad finishing off the bouquets and a great job he had done too.
Diane was so happy and relaxed.
Phoebe was probably the most elusive flower girl I have encountered!
The groomsmen finally found each other in the right pub on the Bridge and enjoyed a drink prior to the ceremony at St. Sampsons Church. Hands off dad's Guinness Sam!
The ceremony was delightful, Rev. Baskerville ensured everyone had a good laugh.
Afterwards we had a long drive from one end of Guernsey to the other, from St. Sampson's via a brief stop at Rousse, to the Imperial Hotel for the reception.
At the reception we were treated to wonderful details of flowers, ribbons, baskets and loads of ormer shells. Luckily the wedding didn't coincide with an ormering tide, otherwise I suspect some people may well have been missing over low water!
The cake can only be described as a labour of love, such fine detailing must have taken many hours of intricate work.
After a fine meal, Diane broke with tradition and opened up the speeches herself.
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