Just a couple of weeks ago, I had a wedding-free Saturday…
But before I go into detail on what I got up to, I need to tell you a story (get yourself a cup of tea!) Which will take you back about 14 years… (wow…that makes me feel SO OLD!)
It was 14 years ago that my parents drove me and my two sisters away from our home town Harrogate, North Yorkshire and we all relocated to our new home; the village of Tarporley in Cheshire.
Of course, being 11 years old at the time, I thought this was the “worst thing to happen ever!” – But I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, and quite a life changing reason was just around the corner.
We were moving in to a newly built house – and by the time the new school year was starting, it wasn’t quite ready. This is when we met Helen.
Whilst our new home was finishing being built, my parents found a cute little cottage for us to rent and stay in. It is fair to say, it was a tight squeeze! With 3 sisters in one bedroom, and my parents in another, every morning was a battle for the bathroom, (and the straighteners!)
My Mum was always worried we were making ‘too much noise’, and we would ‘disturb the neighbours’. HOWEVER, in our neighbouring cottage was Helen. Pianist, saxophonist, music teacher and enthusiast. Noise didn’t seem to be an issue anymore! 🙂
Being very keen gardeners, Helen soon introduced my Mum to the allotments. And when our new house was ready, this is where they spent their afternoons. They have been friends ever since.
We loved Tarporley for so many reasons.
My reason, of course, is because I met Martin here.
When we were 13, we met for the first time when we were both taking part in the school play of ‘The Jabberwocky’ Set in a dark magical forest.
Martin was playing the lead character “Boron.” I would watch him in rehearsals, a dreamy eyed school-girl with freckles and braces – I didn’t stand a chance! Especially when my part in the play wasn’t so glamorous… being cast as one third (yes, one third) of a tree called ‘The Tum-Tum tree” (Oh! the embarrassment!)
We started taking Art classes together, and it was then that we started dating.
When it was announced that we had to move back to Yorkshire, just 3 years after arriving, it’s safe to say that my little heart was broken. When I had been so sad to leave Harrogate, now I didn’t want to go back.
Long distance at 14 years old was hard. I can’t begin to tell you! But we did it. An now nearly 11 years later, here we are, engaged to be married.
When our wedding planning started, it was safe to say, like every other newly engaged couple, that we didn’t have a clue where to start.
Venue, date, location, photographer(!!!) flowers, dress… you know the list 😛
But one thing was clear. We want it to be our day. A representation of us and our love story. Spent and shared with our absolute nearest and dearest.
Living apart was a really sad part of our lives, but when we did get to visit each other, we would always spend our days in the woods. Any woods. Spending time together outdoors, under the trees was just what we loved to do. It’s where we grew up and where we grew in love.
When we were apart, we spent our nights jamming up our parents phone lines with Martin reading to me until I fell asleep. <3 Funnily enough – a book trilogy set in a magical forest….
SO… back to the acorns….
After meeting in a ‘magical forest’, and spending what time we did have together in the woodlands, it only seemed fitting to incorporate this in to our day.
After planning a photo shoot with Helen and her gorgeous golden labrador Archie, we decided to make use of our time in Tarporley, by picking some acorns to include in our wedding day decoration. I won’t reveal how they are going to be used. Not just yet.
Below are some more photographs from that crisp, autumn Saturday morning, that we spent picking acorns and photographing Archie the Labrador.
Thank you for reading..
Enjoy! 🙂 xxx