28th May 2011 was a wonderful day here at Gwalia as it was the day when the lovely Amy and I became Mrs and Mrs, or rather Ms and Ms as we prefer it. I write this because having had so many people want to come here for a romantic getaway, it seems only fitting that we tell you about our own little celebration.
To start with, it rained all week in the run up to our Saturday wedding. It even rained all morning and so there was much concern about whether we were entirely sane to organise a wedding in a field in Wales. Nonetheless, the marquee was up, the bunting was hung, the bouncy castle was waiting in the wings and we were ready. The place looked fantastic. Friends and family arrived from all over the UK, many of whom pitched their tents in our little campsite and the whole event felt like going to an amazing festival with all of your mates. In fact the event was unofficially deemed “Wedfest”.
Come lunchtime, as we rather nervously got dressed and make-uped and haired, the skies began to clear. Yes, actual blue skies. It felt like a good omen. As the guests assembled on the lawn, seated on picnic rugs and plastic chairs, we were sitting in the cabin all ready to make the dramatic entrance. It was magical. The sun was streaming through the green leaves making them glow brightly and the yellow iris’ were blooming on tall green stems by the lake. We weren’t even living in Gwalia at that time but I knew then, as I was about to enter the Chandler family, that this place would become a big part of my future.
As we stepped into the throng of well-known faces, through the specially made willow archway, 2 red kites circled high over-head. The celebrant welcomed us all to this beautiful green place and in what seemed like a blink of an eye, we were married. Forever! We kissed and then ran gleefully towards the bouncy castle for a celebratory bounce. The rest of the day passed by in a bit of a blur really. Everyone was sitting about the marquee, eating from picnic hampers and drinking wine, whilst the usual speeches and merriment ensued. An evening ceilidh from the local band gave way to random disco classics and as we lit the bonfire, we danced and sang our way beyond the setting sun.
Over by the cabin, Harry got the barbecue going to feed the hungry hoards while our friends secretly decorated the cabin for us. We spent the night there, which at that point was very, very different from its current state. It was however, as special as ever to wake up to the sounds of the birds chirping cheerfully to herald a new day.
The photos in the gallery below were all taken by local, awarding winning photographer Tina Jones who is lovely!