Shelley and Luke’s wedding on Friday 21st June at Carbis Bay Hotel with our campervan showgirl, Lola.
The longest day of the year was too short!
Well that’s how it must have seemed to Shelley and Luke, who had such an amazing time they didn’t want it to end.
The news the day that Shelley and Luke tied the knot was, for a welcome change, more lighthearted…
The Queen’s horse, Estimate, had won the Cheltenham Gold Cup on Ladies’ Day whilst the president of the United States gaff at the G8 Summit in Northern Ireland was also doing the rounds. He apparently referred to our Chancellor, George Osborne as Jeffrey Osborne!
President Obama apologised; “I’m sorry man. I must have confused you with my favourite R & B singer.”
For those of you too young to remember, the Osborne of the ‘Jeffrey’ variety had a 1982 hit with…
On the wings of love
Up and above the clouds
The only way to fly
Is on the wings of love
Sadly I remember it only too well, but what a wonderfully apt lead into a lovely wedding day blog, writes Chauffeur Bob.
As forecast, the morning started a little on the ominous side but it was scheduled to clear later. Indeed, despite a brief ‘A30’ dousing en-route, I was able to discern a few cracks in the cloud cover as I pulled Lola to a halt outside the ‘boys’ Threemilestone boudoir!
A pre-nuptial ‘epiphany’ moment for Luke and Matt!
As bride Shelley had already checked-in at Carbis Bay Hotel the day before, our only pre-nuptial sortie today was to get the groom and best man to the ceremony, ideally an hour before a planned kick-off time of High Noon.
It was 10am and the neighbourhood curtains were already twitching with the ‘Lola affect’ in downtown Threemilestone as I knocked the door.
All stand – here we go!
Unsurprisingly, Luke and his best man, Matt were clearly in a state of readiness and running through a few last minute checks.
I say unsurprisingly, as in the five years I have been doing the best job in the world, a ‘generalisation’ would be that the boys are, in the main, ready on time whereas the girls… Well, I’d better not say too much, other than in their defence they do have a lot more things going on than us blokes!
As we stepped outside, the hitherto reticent sun was thankfully breaking through. Topless Lola was looking her flirtatious self as Luke and Matt posed for a few snaps before departure.
It was about 10.20 when we eventually got underway and joined the A30 westbound for a fun filled, klaxon sounding and royal hand waving chug all the way to Carbis Bay.
A brief pause for a courtesy (and professional) ‘we’ll be with you in five’ call to the hotel’s effervescent Victoria Williams, before making our final approach down ‘Rue Vistatodiefor’.
Luke and Matt arrive at Carbis Bay Hotel.
We arrived in good time, just after eleven, exactly as prescribed by Victoria. There to greet us, telephoto lens in hand was Shelley and Luke’s professional picture taker for the day, Helen Barnecutt and Victoria herself along with a ‘boys’ welcome posse.
Arrival photos ensued in glorious mid summer’s day sunshine. It wasn’t long though before the ‘boys’ set about their pre-nuptial duties with a drinky or two. I’m not really sure that’s what Victoria had in mind for them but everyone seemed calm and relaxed and anyways, things were falling nicely into place.
A few minutes later, the Registrars’ arrived only to have their access to the hotel’s car park thwarted for a few minutes by an alcohol delivery lorry (perhaps the second best job in the world?!)
Lola awaiting the arrival of Mr. and Mrs. Wort at Carbis Bay Hotel.
Guests continued to arrive in their droves. One of which was the friendly and familiar face of Sarah Gillett. Sarah runs her own wedding and events planning company, for whom today’s bride, Shelley, assists. Time was marching on but we did manage a perfunctory ‘shop’ conversation.
Eventually calm descended as everyone was ushered inside to witness Shelley and Luke’s life changing appointment.
During the ceremony I set about my ceremonial duties; a quick cold coke followed by a sparkle for Lola, hung out her ‘Bride & Groom’ rear window banner and prepared her on board bar for a celebratory toast.
Corona Stows.. what’s happened to the champers!
By special request, ‘champers’ was off the menu. Instead, a few bottles of chilled ‘Corona’ beers lie in wait. I remember the condensation trickling down each bottle as I opened up Lola’s cocktail cabinet – there they sat glistening in the hot sun teasing and tantalizing – ‘Corona Stows’ I thought, it would have made a great TV advert!
Distraction therapy was needed and duly arrived, as wedding guests along with an elated Mr. and Mrs. Wort made their way out onto the hotel’s terrace, overlooking the spectacular St. Ives Bay, to get the less formal part of the day well and truly under way.
It’s too late Chauffeur Bob, I’m married!
You really couldn’t wish for better weather, backdrop and beach for photos on your wedding day. It was a simply magical, heady atmosphere and I could see Helen, the photographer, was having an absolute field day!
As previously arranged, we allowed 40 minutes in the schedule for one of those spellbinding, topless Lola excursions into downtown St Ives.
With just about enough time to spare before ‘sit down’ the newlyweds excitedly made their way over to Lola. I reached into my inside pocket, pulled out a rather unwieldy bottle/come tin opener that I had borrowed from Mrs. Chauffeur Bob’s kitchen, cracked open the Corona and charged Mr. and Mrs. Wort’s glasses.
Helen and her equipment jumped in alongside me and we chugged off with Shelley and hubby standing, waving and sipping as we climbed away from Carbis Bay International!
The reception afforded to the happy couple the moment we started our descent into St Ives was, as always, immensely moving and memorable. Shelley and Luke were really getting into the swing of it, buoyed along by the balmy weather, Lola’s klaxon, Mr. ‘Marmite’ Bublé and the many hundreds of holidaymakers cheering, waving and clapping as we chugged through.
We aimed for a parking slot towards the end of Smeaton’s Pier. Here, Helen choreographed some wonderful poses overlooking the picturesque harbour. The tide was in and the sea awash with sparkling, azure-blue hues – wow!
A small selection of snaps from Smeaton’s Pier…
Sit down time was calling, so alas, it was time to depart downtown St Ives and get our VIP’s back to Carbis Bay to formally kick off the reception.
We all had a truly fabulous time. One that will, I am sure, endear in Shelley and Luke’s memories for many years to come and everyone else in St Ives lucky enough to witness it come to that!
Our very best wishes go to a smashing, fun loving couple x.
All pictures taken by Strawberry Leisure unless otherwise stated.