On a breezy Saturday in May I headed over to Eastleigh where Stuart was getting ready for his wedding with Lucy. There seemed to be groomsmen everywhere as I was putting names to faces, but other than the very chilled and extremely relaxed Stuart there was one fella who stood out. Not because he seemed a tad nervous or the fact he’d travelled over from Oz especially, his standing outness wasn’t his Australian rugby build or his sunny accent … this dude stood out because he was the best man and serving Vodka Red Bull at 11am.
A couple of hours and a train trip through the zoo later and the sun kicked the buttocks of the pending clouds out of the way to deliver a stunning Lucy and her v. proud Dad in a sparkling white MkII Jag.
I’ll leave the pics below to tell the story of the rest of the day…
