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Our Wedding

The day we got married, 7 October 2011: a vintage Rolls-Royce, a flint church, bridesmaids in pink, a harpist playing Cavatina, and one white footbridge.

Fourteen months after a plane spelled out the question over Leeds Castle, we gave our answer properly. On 7 October 2011 we got married: one flint church, one vintage Rolls-Royce, two bridesmaids in pink, and a harpist waiting at the other end.

The morning

Ivory wedding dress on a wooden hanger against a bright window, with the shoes placed on the carpet below — The dress on duty at the window, catching the morning light. The calmest anyone in the house looked all morning.

A pair of ivory satin peep-toe wedding shoes with chiffon roses on the toes, set on cream carpet — The shoes, roses attached, waiting for their one big day of work.

The church

A flint church with a steep red tiled roof, stone-traced Gothic windows and a small bellcote, under a blue October sky — The church: flint walls, a steep red roof, and October sunshine that behaved itself perfectly.

Dileep and his brother in black morning tailcoats with pale pink ties and white rose buttonholes, standing by the flint church wall — The groom and his brother, tailcoats on, buttonholes in, nerves under professional management.

A white vintage Rolls-Royce dressed with white wedding ribbons pulling up on a street of red brick terraced houses — The bride's ride: a white vintage Rolls-Royce in ribbons, arriving past the red brick terraces of St John's Road.

Inga in her veil and wedding dress walking arm in arm along a garden path, with the two bridesmaids in pink either side — The walk in, veil down, bouquets ready, bridesmaids in formation.

The two bridesmaids in long pink dresses holding white bouquets, framed by the carved stone arch of the church door — The bridesmaids holding the door, framed by the carved arch like they planned it. They planned it.

The nave of the church before the ceremony, stone arches and wooden chairs decorated with ribbons, flowers by the altar — Inside, before the doors opened: ribbons on the chairs, flowers up front, everything holding its breath.

Out into the confetti

Dileep in his tailcoat leading Inga's bridesmaids and family out of the church door past beds of red flowers — Out through the great door, married. The wedding party follows in strict order of how fast they could walk in heels.

Inga in her veil on Dileep's arm leading the wedding procession along the church path, guests in saris and suits behind — The full procession down the church path: one train being carried, two families, and saris adding their own colour to the pink.

The Rolls, again

Inga in her veil riding in the open-top white vintage Rolls-Royce with white ribbons over the bonnet — Top down, ribbons on, bride aboard. The Rolls earned its fee.

Inga looking back over her shoulder as she and Dileep cross a white suspension footbridge under willow trees — Crossing the white footbridge under the willows, one backward glance for the camera.

The reception

Well-worn sheet music for Cavatina, the theme from The Deer Hunter, on a stand beside a gilded harp — On the harpist's stand: Cavatina, the theme from The Deer Hunter, clearly loved half to death.

Every trip on this site since, every mountain, market and questionable street snack, has been taken together, on the strength of what we signed that October day. Best booking we ever made.