Wedding photographer Cotswolds
Bay Tree Hotel Cotswolds wedding photography – Amit and Laura
Sunday, June 20th, 2010
Those predisposed to disparagy about this Sceptered Isle have clearly yet to visit Burford in the Cotswolds. Sure I drove into the town kissed by a morning sun burning through wisps of Constablesque mountains of rising cumulous (it’s impossible not to feel poetically inclined when writing about the Cotswolds), but it could so easily have been a dowdy grey undramatic day symptomatic of the emotion you’re left with after watching our national football team play Albania for 90 minutes. Burford is just beautiful, whatever the weather. What a place to shoot a wedding. It’s surely only one step away from being able to claim Arcadian status, although it does have traffic wardens. Some images from yesterday’s wedding between Laura and Amit at the fabulous Bay Tree Hotel.
Dumbleton Hall wedding photography – Alex and Jill
Tuesday, May 18th, 2010
Few briefs make me happier than the one received from Alex and Jill; ‘Follow the day Neale, the way you see, as a story.’ Marvelous. And so, armed with a short list of group portraits we’d agreed pre-wedding, I was Cotswolds bound to Dumbleton Hall Hotel near Evesham. A brief so open gives me an opportunity to stand back, think composition and really watch the day unfold around me.
Swan Bibury wedding photography – Nick and Georgie
Sunday, March 28th, 2010A wedding in the Cotswolds. There are few places on our Sceptered Isle that possess the magic and beauty of this area. An adoptive Berkshire lad, three quarters of an hour’s drive delivers me safely into the arms of this quintessentially English domain. And if I sound loosely poetic about how I feel about the Cotswolds, it’s for good reason. You simply know you’re there. Every house carries the mantra of; “That’s what I’d do with my lottery win,” and you lose cellular connection with the World. Peace at last. Now is the time to be Jeremy Clarkson test driving a Ferrari Daytona through the steep and winding tree lined traffic-less roads leaving behind that place known as Swindon. So Nick and Georgie, you chose well. I’ve often driven past The Swan Hotel in Bibury; it was good to be working there. And ahead of a set of images from the day, another hearty round of applause for the inventive fusion of foodie underground table names; Kings Cross St Pancake, Maida Veal, Mornington Pheasant, Piccalilli Circus, Chutney Bridge and Fulham Broadbean.
