Crap weather isn't always bad news, wind is.
Long hair, unstable dresses, along with the typically spectacular awkward balances on high heels can make the interesting compositions for pictures, maybe not always as enjoyed by the bride.
With the increase in volume of climate change, wind will only become an even more regular occurrence on this island, more obviously apparent in those traditional formal group shots we all still love to have.
Brides just be wary of that wedding day gust with full frontal blast when facing the camera or side flow for full affect to cover the eyes of your new husband. I'm not afraid to take that picture.
Locked away from all the systematic change outdoors, encapsulated in a world of renovation and down-sizing.
With the dwindled calendar of photography work, an opportunity to pretend to be a plasterer, decorator and fixer of houses.
The wonder of YouTube and "how to" clips and suddenly we are all professionals. The pretence begins to whine down once those first ripples of un-straighten walls bulge and shadow in low-light. Fortunately my days in photography are not numbered just yet.
Curiously this full time fondness of all things DIY has led to an upsurge in drinking coffee. I had never realised there was a connection and occurs generally as soon as you reach a snag in your work. Those moment to ponder and reminding yourself from Eric the Welsh plasterer's YouTube channel once more.
Come post lockdown/ post tier down there is a lot of finger's crossed for next year from 'to be married' couples, event organisers and suppliers. But being pragmatic, it's a long road to recover from this year's hurricane of bad news. This time of year may have been usually reserved for reflection and celebration of the last twelve months, but instead it's more of forget and hope.