It’s rare that it rains and rains and rains all day on a wedding. 9 times out of 10 there is some sort of dry spell, if only short there is usually some let-up. Today’s ‘What it Means to Me’ shows the consequences of taking full advantage of that dry spell and your luck running out on you. This is a shot from Letitia and Adam’s wedding back in September at The Great Tythe Barn in Tetbury. The weather had started so beautifully with not a cloud in the sky. In the space of time that we had been in the ceremony though everything had changed. Down came the showers and we eventually resigned to doing the group shots indoors. That was until the rain started to ease off a little. We did a full group outside and then took Letitia, Adam and the rest of the bridal party around to a wooden shelter / gazebo in the garden for some outdoor groups. It was at that point that the lovely dry spell turned into torrential rain within the blink of an eye! About 10 of us crammed together and took shelter underneath the gazebo but after 10-15 minutes with no signs of it stopping everyone decided to make a break for it. Being the chivalrous gentlemen that I am, I offered my mini umbrella (probably the only time I’ve ever been caught in the rain and actually had a brolly with me…) to the bride, so the best man took hold of it for her and this scene ensued as everyone made a frantic dash for cover. The look in the best man’s eyes makes this picture for me.