Wednesday, July 28th, 2010
So today was our photoshoot. We knew we needed to be ready for pictures at 3pm so we got up early, had breakfast downstairs, then headed back to Dover to tackle the White Cliffs.
It was pretty darn warm, probably the warmest day we’ve had here so far and let me tell you, climbing the White Cliffs of Dover is NOT a pleasure hike. I won’t go into all the huffing and puffing, name-calling and whining that Ms. Amanda did (as Jason says) but really I don’t see how the old people were doing it. There were tons of really elderly people just ambling about, not a bead of sweat or look of exhaustion. Guess we’re just fat lazy Americans or something. Anyway…We walked and climbed and scrambled for nearly three hours. But once you’re up there all the pain and drama is worth it. Oh brother is it worth it. The pictures we took only get a portion of the beauty.
And besides traveling to Dover to see the White Cliffs for a purely historical or ecological reason, we went up there to create a memory: we found a little spot, overlooking the water, with towering cliffs before us and we exchanged our vows and wedding bands and became (as far as we’re concerned) a married couple. We were technically already legally married, having signed the marriage license on 7/20, but it wasn’t real until we did that.
It was sappy and silly and I cried a little. But we’ll never forget it.
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Well after all that, we had to hurry back ’home’ and get ready for our photo shoot. I got ready in amazing record time and we had to walk about two blocks down the street, in full wedding regalia, to the bewildered looks of drivers and passerbys and whistles from some guys in a work van, so we could meet our photographer in the Westgate Gardens. His name is Russ and he specializes in these amazing high fashion, movie-esque style shots, which both Jason and I really dig.
We did a good 45minutes in the gardens, making use of the gorgeous river and crazy graffiti under the underpass near the rear of the gardens. Then Russ and his friend/assistant Dragon (seriously his real name apparently) drove us out about 10minutes outside of Canterbury to an abandoned farm/machine yard. We got some wicked shots, what with all the rusted metal, broken glass, cracked machines and the glorious field of rape right next to it.
It was very fun and I seriously enjoyed it. Jason took a while to warm up, but he did better than I thought he would. Such a good sport!
Anyway, that was it for that day. We came back and got drunk off our asses at The Unicorn, after we enjoyed sea bass fish cakes and apple wood smoked ham with chips. Lots of Crabbies Ginger Beer. Oh yes! Then we passed out in the comfort of our down-filled bed. Huzzah to wedding day!
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