I hail from what is often described as ‘Middle England,’ which if Wikipedia’s translation is to be observed, loosely means the land inhabited by middle classed people with traditional or right wing views. I’m understandably uncomfortable with the context that perhaps suggests, but it can’t be denied that my home town was as multi cultural as a Dickens classic. Realism was somewhat injected into my south eastern veins when I joined the BBC and journeyed regularly to a west one postcode for four years in the early nineties. But, it has to be said that my real cultural maturing has occurred during my time as a wedding photographer. I’ve attended nuptials abroad, I’ve photographed for whole days where English was most certainly the third language of an event and I’ve devoured scenes photographically that prior to a career in photography were only offered up on the National Geo channel. Hertford, my original home town from my youth, is 3,802 miles from Uzbekistan, via oddly, the M1. Furthermore, according to Google it will take me 71 hours to get there, by a mixture of transport methods I assume. Combermere Abbey in Cheshire is somewhat closer, and this was the venue for Brad and Dila’s Welsh/Uzbek wedding.