A story of two definitive stylised halves unfolded during this wedding. To afford one further football simile, Mike and Rebecca kicked off their wedding celebrations with a civil ceremony at Highclere Castle, which stands proudly within one thousand acres of glorious rolling Berkshire and Hampshire countryside. A home to Lord Carnarvon, Godson to the owner of that other reasonably famous Berkshire castle; Windsor. Period drama devotees may recognise some of the images contained herein of Highclere as belonging to ITV’s Downton Abbey. A ceremony, drinks reception on the lawns of The Castle, then a short drive back across nearby Newbury to a private afternoon and evening reception, under canvas cover supplied by five large interlinked teepees. And, as the sun sank below the horizon this night, I was left with an altogether different facade to photograph; Jacobethan architecture replaced by a rather more earthy braided line of conical ‘tents.’ If variety really is the spice of life, then this is the wedded version. Photographically, a dream event in a documentary wedding photographer’s diary.