Arriving at the Shaw house bright and early on Saturday morning, I knew we were in for a great day, as the house was already bustling and alive with laughter. Tory is the kind of girl who has a twinkle in her eye and laughs her way through everything. I suspect that her seven bridesmaids are a testament to her magnetic warmth.
Super laid-back and seemingly un-phased by it all, it was no surprise to find, half way through the bridal preparations, that Tor was dueting with her sister on the family piano whilst Mum was out in the garden rounding up the rabbit and chickens in her fascinator and house coat
As we left for the William Cecil – the whole village had come out to see Tor leave the family home where she had grown up – in the vintage Interceptor that her Dad had spent 8 years restoring.
Meanwhile, Mark and the boys arrived at The Cecil in plenty of time for a beer, but not before stopping the traffic in Saint Martins as Austen captured them crossing in a manner evocative of a Beatles album cover!