Holy Island wedding photographer Alan Mason
Notes from a Celtic Harp, fall like crystal raindrops upon the ear,
while a masted ship, with no sails, glides silently through the air.
This is a Holy Island wedding, and it takes place in a magical place,
almost theatrical – like a film set.
And below – on the fenced ramp, a man stands sentinel, watching for the arrival of the bride.
From the high vantage point of the castle door, the approaching wedding car is sighted.
Jacqui, the bride, and bridesmaid Hannah, make their way up the cobbled ramp.
Deep within the the heart of the castle,
the Celtic harp continues it’s melody,
The groom Neil and his best man Andy, wait in row number one.
Sharing smiles and crazy last minute jokes.
An envelope awaits – placed upon the table by the registrar .
All then stand.
Jacqui, the bride enters, radiant.
The ship still gliding overhead in this strange barrel vaulted room.
Best man . . . sits deep in thought. Clasping in a box, the wedding bands.
And still under the kindly eye of our best man,
the wedding is complete – Neil kisses the love of his life,
and still, that ancient ship, glides silently over all,
what a magical place this is.
Wedding concluded, we wander through this ancient place,
and find upon a wall, a painted plan, of a sea battle long ago.
Not far from the painted plan above, we find our bride and groom.
Chatting together, comparing thoughts and notes, on this – the happiest day of their lives.
Not confined to the vaulted rooms below, our wedding party makes its way to the battlements.
The view from up here is spectacular.
And is it only me – who sees the classic shape – of a submarine conning tower
in the silhouette of the buildings above ?
Guests asssemble for a photograph
possibly the least formal ‘formal’ photograph you could wish for.
And time is spent upon the battlements,
chatting, enjoying the air, and the views.
The sharp crystal light of the sea shore. Distant views of the North Sea coast.
Shadows begin to interest me.
Shadows . . . combined with the shapes of those who make them,
make strange and interesting picture compositions.
Jacqui and Neil head back inside the castle at Holy Island.
Pause, and smile – before leaving the scene of our Holy Island wedding.
Out again into the light.
The bright white light of a summers day.
Our wedding party return down the same ramp that they used to enter Holy Island castle.
And at the base of the ramp – a car awaits.
I’m sure that you know what make of car this is . . . look carefully at the mascot.
(there’s a lovely story to that mascot – but I digress . . . perhaps you know the story,
or perhaps you will look it up sometime)
Yes – it’s a vintage Rolls Royce.
we’re off now – to cross the Holy Island causeway, before the tide covers it.
and there’s a wedding reception to follow,
a Tillmouth Park Hotel wedding reception.
guess where ?
I wait upon the causeway . . . knowing that as the car heads toward the land,
it will pass through this fabulous lighting effect.
Lovely isn’t it !
And as we near the Tillmouth Park wedding reception,
the driver drops the roof on his Rolls Royce.
Ah, Tillmouth Park Hotel. we have the right place !
Curiously – I see similarities in the architecture – in the windows,
between Tillmouth Park Hotel and Holy Island castle.
Call me crazy . . . or perhaps observant . . . ?
Guests arrive at Tillmouth Park Hotel,
one bears flowers ! brought from the scene of the Jacqui and Neils Holy Island wedding.
The dining room at Tillmouth Park wedding ready.
Guests mingle in the wonderful hallway at Tillmouth Park Hotel.
Actually – It isn’t a hallway – more of a great hall – a space that goes to the roof, with a balcony.
Maybe it’s an Atrium ?
Ah – this would be the hallway at Tillmouth Park Hotel . . . and this would be our bride, Jacqui.
(the great hall / atrium, or general large space in which those guests are mingling,
is through a door just at the rear of the lovely lady in the dress).
Back inside the dining room at Tillmouth Park Hotel,
we find champagne, chilled on ice.
Guests take in the view from the dining room window at Tillmouth Park.
And in the hallway – a really lovely bronze figure watches all who enter Tillmouth Park Hotel.
In the dining room – the stage is set
mum receives a bouquet – Tillmouth Park Hotels delightful and always helpful staff, bring on more flowers.
There are some speeches . . .
Brilliant speeches – and a party atmosphere . . .
so there are party hats !
Guests listen to the speeches and simply enjoy the relaxed atmosphere at the wedding.
Stepping back – a view of the dining room, with Neil, explaining to the whole world – how much he loves this girl.
She’s shy . . . he’s sincere. and as the daylight begins to fade outside,
the room at Tillmouth Park Hotel takes on a warm glow.
Listening to Neils speech. He’s sincere – they’re happy.
But then . . . Andy the best man delivers his most brilliant creation,
his speech – has the room in gales of laughter.
Andys reward for his services (and his speech !) is in the box he’s opening,
you can see the delight on his face.
I’d tell you what it was . . . but I’d rather keep you guessing . . . just enjoy the image of a happy man !
The light, now fading, takes on a hint of blue – we use this to make some pictures of our couple.
Away in the garden at Tillmouth Park Hotel – we find a raft of blue flowers,
and in this blue dusk light – they take on an even more intense blue hue.
Enough – we weren’t planning to take too many posed pictures,
and our couple make their way back into the building.
Wedding celebrations await !
Ah but we cannot resist – a final picture – showing that lovely stairway,
at the base of which – that bronze figure that I’d mentioned earlier,
watches all of the guests arriving at this Tillmouth Park wedding.
Thank you Jacqui and Neil, for allowing me to be a tiny part of your wonderful wedding.