In early September I flew to the Greek Island of Milos for my niece’s wedding. It was a wonderful occasion. A happy, sunny, few days. 

Milos is beautiful. A veritable jewel in The Aegean. A glorious landscape of charming white villas punctuated with vivid pink bouganvillea beneath a crystalline azure sky. Technicolour ambience. A perfect opportunity to unpack my trusty old Fujica and load it with 35mm film. 

Friends and family, old and young, travelled from far and wide to the pretty village of Pollonia in the north east of the island. The Chapel of Saint Nicholas. Petite and picturesque. A suitably sun-kissed stage on which to exchange vows. The romantic ambience of it’s tiled courtyard perfect for sipping champagne, raising a glass in honour of Siobhan and Matthew’s love for each other and celebrating their special day. A warm-hearted festival of loveliness. 

Concious of not stepping on the toes of the official photographers, I adopted a subtle, informal approach. My aim to perhaps capture the bright mood of the occasion. A visual record. Reportage rather than portraiture.

Later we ambled happily to Pollonia’s finest restaurant where the festivities continued. Speeches, laughter and fine food. Pretty lights illuminated the harbour – a constellation of twinkling stars soundtracked by the clinking of glasses. Bride, groom and guests danced until the small hours as the sun slowly dipped beyond the distant hills. A perfect end to a perfect day.