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.