Martyn & Rebecca's Wedding, Whitley Hall Hotel

Last Saturday, Martyn & Rebecca got married.

I was in Liverpool for a couple of days prior, and arranged to get the train to Sheffield on Friday evening to avoid the inevitable stress of travelling through the morning of the wedding.

The trains were delayed, and I arrived far later than I'd have liked at the hostel I booked that day.

I went straight to bed, though ended up crashing next to some guy who was fresh from filming for the Jeremy Kyle Show. He celebrated his victory on passing the lie detector test by offering me a joint, but I just wanted to sleep so I passed and got some rest.

I was up at 6am, expecting to avoid other folk in the hostel as I doubled checked my bags before my Uber arrived. I went into the kitchen and was greeted by a pissed Glaswegian who was watching rugby with a crate of lager. He took great pride in telling me about how he has the exact same TV the hostel has, but it only cost him £20 and "it's not even stollen!", oh, and his remote - "it's not one of them all-in-ones, it's for the actual telly. Goes like the clappers it does. The remote retails at £30, an' I got the lot for £20!". I wished him well and left him to his beers.

The uber driver told me I was his last ride, ending his 18 hour shift, and almost veered off the road after hitting some ice while showing me photos he'd taken of snow using his phone. Excellent start to the day.

I've known Martyn now for just over a decade, having gone through college and university together while in bands. Since the band stopped and with us all living in different towns/cities, we rarely get the chance to hang out these days. I've only really met Rebecca a handful of times, and she's genuinely wonderful and the two of them just work.

It was pretty wild witnessing the two get married with the kids running about.

Even though I'm approaching 31, marriage still ain't on my life-radar and when pals get married it really hammers it home that folks are becoming more settled and family oriented. It's a trip.

I rarely photograph weddings, but I'd been looking forward to this one for a while.

Hanging out with friends while being trusted to do my thing made the whole process comfortable, and actually left me wanting to photograph more. I was shooting from 8am to 10pm, so the following photos are a selection of highlights from the day.