I love going to weddings as a guest. Until recently, it wasn't often I was invited merely to look (rather than to stand behind the camera). It's even more special when the bride is a cousin you've grown up with, who wrote you letters in rainbow felt-tips and taught you English slang while racing up the hill to the ice cream van.
I spent most of the day taking pictures of my family - the bride and groom had their own very good photographer - but I couldn't resist the first dance.
