Crab apples and crocosmia

This weekend's wedding was like a dreamy film sequence. Imagine arriving at an impossibly beautiful Jacobean farmhouse on a beautifully hot day after a meandering drive along the South Coast. The couple, whose flowers we were preparing were drifting around the grounds, having a dip in the pool, shepherding various gorgeous children and generally, just not stressed.

Not that getting married = getting stressed of course but there can inevitably be a little, ahem tension, shall we say.

Not so here. It was like a mini private festival.

And we had back stage passes. Woop, woop!