Last weekend I found myself in Babcary, camera in hand, heart full, chasing light and love on a working farm tucked into the Somerset countryside. The ceremony was held in a quietly beautiful old church just up the road—worn pews, soft light, the kind of place where vows feel like they carry a little extra weight. Laughter echoed, eyes welled up, and for a moment, time felt slower. I’m a Hertfordshire wedding photographer, but I’ll go anywhere for a good story—and this one had it all. Just real people, real love, and the kind of joy that sneaks into the corners of every photo. The farm buzzed with celebration as the day unfolded, and I just kept shooting—documenting it all, frame by frame, before it slipped away.
