I’ve been tinkering with my camera most of the afternoon, polishing the smears of the lenses (how to they get so blimin’ filthy? And how did sand get inside the filters?) and faffing about with the dials and buttons and menus, making sure I know exactly where to go and what to do to get the shot I need.

Because tomorrow I’m doing my very first stint as a wedding photographer. Gulp.

On one hand, it should be a breeze; I’m good friends with the bride and I know the groom fairly well, so I’ll have a rapport that’s vital to get the right mood; make that all important “connection” which will translate into natural, candid photographs (touchy feely speak straight out of the Digital Camera Wedding Photography for Total Beginners book I took out of the library, a book which should have been titled Digital Camera Wedding Photography – Condescending and Irritating Advice for Complete Morons).

On the other hand, these photographs are going to capture one of the most important days of Ethel and Harold’s life.

Well, I’ll just do the best I can.

It’ll be sweet as.

And here’s the lowdown on how the day went….