This Queenslander is not accustomed to dry Sydney summers, so as I watched the car thermostat climb from 37 degrees to 45 driving north from Wollongong to Terrigal, I honestly felt like I was being baked alive. That was, until the some pressure relief came thundering over the horizon, the moment I pulled up to Sheree & Brenton’s pre-ceremony accomodation. There was a moment that they considered cancelling, but in the end not even a torrential downpour and a cracking summer storm could stop these two from saying their vows at The Forest Chapel yesterday afternoon.
P.S Couples that say – fuck it, let’s go for it – are my favourite kinds of people.
Congratulations, lovebirds. x