Wedding bells struck a chord

READING George Skipper’s amusing memories about wedding photography brought back a couple of my wedding photography horrors.

Through the week I was employed in the photographic department of a printing and advertising company.

All very interesting and varied. Each Saturday I covered up to four weddings for a studio in the Wear valley.

At Eastgate where the church was on the roadside, the only place to take any photos was with me on one side of the road with my camera, and the bride and all groups on the other, with my (then) fiancee keeping a running commentary on any gaps in the traffic when I might get a shot.

At Chiltern Buildings, one wedding was coming out of the church (late) with ‘my’ bride trying to get in just as the children’s Saturday matinee poured out of the cinema through the churchyard – it was chaotic.

In those days one could not check immediately on the shots taken as one can with digital photography, nor could one ‘erase’ the lamp-post or bus stop sign apparently growing out a guests head.

It is still true that no bride is prepared to stand still for very long – but expect superb photographs taken in all weathers. It was extremely hard and anxious work and I was pleased to only be doing it on Saturdays.

Enjoy your retirement from weddings George – I know how you feel.

Angela Peereboom,

Beadnell