Claire and Martin’s wedding at St Illogan Parish Church on Saturday 21st September 2013 with our ‘Showgirl’ Lola
A mostly dry wedding day, albeit punctuated from time to time by Cornish ‘mizzle’, with some mist thrown in for good measure. As the hours ticked away, the sun however did its darndest to break through, finally succeeding for brief spells later in the afternoon.
Not that any such mischief making by the elements was going to bother or spoil our couple’s day of a lifetime!
Making the news the day that Claire and Martin tied the knot was, in a nutshell, nothing of landmark or historic proportions, just humdrum political bickering.
1192 – King Richard I (Lionheart) gets captured
1915 – Sir Cecil Chubb buys Stonehenge for £6,600 for his wife
1996 – Elder son of U.S. President John F. Kennedy, John F. Kennedy Jr. marries Caroline Bisset
Undoubtedly today was a landmark occasion for Claire and Martin, their families and friends – a beautiful day that will long be remembered.
Our incredibly popular ‘Showgirl’ Lola, always flirtatious and captivating, helped sprinkle her very own brand of magical confetti.
My first wedding day ‘waypoint’ was an apartment in the seaside resort of Perranporth for an 11.30am rendezvous with ‘the boys’, writes Chauffeur Bob…
Lola didn’t waste any time whatsoever in attracting attention. Indeed, it started the very second upon our arrival in the central courtyard corralled by apartments. Neighbours instantly appeared from nowhere in a way akin to so called ‘Parking Enforcement Officers’, with the exception that the latter tend to lie in wait under manhole covers!
I was immediately greeted by three young and excited wedding folk; aptly attired they politely introduced themselves as Paige Boys; Alfie, Bradley and Connor.
Leaving Lola to flirt and pose with onlookers, I was escorted to the groom’s parlour to announce my arrival and state of readiness.
Martin and his best man, Sam, looked ready for the off just as professional picture taker for the day, Janssen Cruz, made a timely arrival.
A few poses later and with ‘steam-up’ we were chugging down Perranporth’s main drag, turning heads left right and centre, waving and ‘klaxoning’ away.
As planned, we made St. Illogan Church at about 1.15pm. Martin was keen to point out Claire’s Illogan based boudoir as we passed nearby, just in case I had trouble finding her – as if!
With ‘the boys’ safely delivered, I followed Martin’s instructions back to a place of high industry and smoking tongs.
From here it was planned that we would undertake two runs to the church, just a bouquets throw away. First up, Maids of Honour; Kerry and Dayah along with Bridesmaids; Frankie and Kayleigh, not forgetting lovely Flower Girl Kerris-May.
We decided to brave the ominous looking elements and do the short trip topless. A pesky rain cloud however soon put an end to our al-fresco aspirations.
Approximately 15 minutes later we were back at Claire’s boudoir and with the 1pm ceremony time being just 10 minutes away, the timing could not have been better.
Inside, Claire was nowhere to be seen. Indeed, the only indicators that our bride was there at all was the feverish activity – people were running up and down stairs, clearly on a mission.
This seemed to go on for an eternity. I kept checking my watch, the time on my mobile and the radio. In fact everything to corroborate the actual time, just in case my watch was fast or I had misread the ceremony time.
About 30 minutes later, a remarkably calm Claire waltzed down the stairs and we were underway a few moments later, escorted by her step dad Mark.
I recall it being 1.35pm or thereabouts when we actually arrived and was expecting to receive the wrath of the vicar (Chauffeur always carries the can!).
Instead, the familiar face was extremely up-beat and jovial. Inside, poor Martin must have had a kitten or two by now!
As is always the case, everything went well and 55 minutes later or so, Mr. and Mrs. Curnow emerged from the church to be enveloped in congratulations and love from their honoured guests.
A number of fun poses ensued in the church grounds before finally popping Lola’s special champers and with glasses charged, garnished with a liberal sprinkling of confetti, the happy newlyweds supped whilst others snapped.
We departed for the reception at nearby ‘Trickys Garden Room’ via Portreath beach. Here we occupied a favourite little spot on the beach, adjacent to the Lifeguards building, whilst Janssen and Dominique choreographed some beautiful, unforgettable moments.
Martin was looking a little pasty to say the least. He disclosed that he had a bad headache in the making; something the village store was able to assist with on our way back to Trickys.
This was a truly lovely, enjoyable wedding with a smashing couple – congratulations to you both x
All photographs taken by Strawberry Leisure unless otherwise stated.
No sooner had we posted this blog, the following lovely email arrived from Mr. and Mrs.Curnow…