A few of my favourite shots from a recent wedding I attended with the nikon. As soon as I find myself in a social event like this I suddenly think I'm Martin Parr and go wild. But I find that a lot of people like me doing this, when they've got an actual responsible wedding photographer to take the serious photographs. As long as I get a plate from the buffet in return I'm satisfied.
Can you think of anything more British than a bank holiday rubber duck race down a river in a rural Northumberland town? Visitors and residents all chasing (rather slowly) hundreds of ducks downstream, men with nets waiting for the winner at the stepping stones, locals in waders with rubber ducks stuck to their hats fishing escapees out of the grassy riverbanks. Another reason to love the North.
I'm at my happiest when I'm on a beach somewhere, or wandering through a coastal village. Years ago I would have told you I loved the cheesy seaside towns with ice cream shops and bars and amusements, but these days it's the quiet villages where people go to slow down and the boats have novelty names.
Shot in Cresswell and Alnmouth.
