Niamh and David’s wedding was one of those that remind me of why I’m a wedding photographer. The kind where the important things are done right and the unimportant things are, well, absent. Everything being in one location always helps things stay relaxed and even a spot of rain pre-ceremony was not enough to cause any dramas here.

I visited Mount Juliet in Kilkenny the day before to have a look around. Much to my delight there was an outdoor rendition of Wuthering Heights taking place in the gardens, complete with Heathcliff, Cathy and other such flashbacks to my Junior Cert English class.

The wedding itself featured plenty of personalised details. The ice-cream stall paid homage to a summer well spent in the States for Niamh and an embossed Irish jersey was presented to Dave as a nod to Scottish heritage, his new Irish in-laws and his native England’s untimely exit from the Euros. As the best man quipped – the couple were following Britain in exiting the single market.

The night was rounded off with some tunes by The Tripps, which was accompanied by some questionable dance moves. All in all a damn fine wedding, here’s how I saw matters unfold…