Franciska and Carlo at Lofdal

So on Wednesday a guy bashes into my rear-end, I crash into the guy in front of me and my car is completely out of the league. On Thursday someone takes me to Pretoria to fetch my brother-in-laws car so I have some wheels, but the car has been standing for over a year and the battery is a gonner and the carburettor is a mess, so I’m push starting my way back to Jozi and eventually make it in one piece. Friday morning we got the battery sorted and a temporary replacement carb and we are on our way to Stilfontein for Carlo and Franciska’s wedding.

I was out numbered about 1/12 (men to women) at the house where Franciska was getting ready, and felt a bit like I was on the endangered species list. I did survive though, Franciska turned out to look stunning and in the end I felt rather privileged to have been there.

From there on the way to the church I took note of the vast open land, of the light that was turning into something dreamy, and of the fact that I started to get that buttery feeling in my stomach as the excitement built up. All with good reason I must say, as the images turned out to be absolutely spectacular.