The west of Ireland is like a second home to me. Again and again I've spent a lot of time there in the last few years - not only for personal reasons, but more and more also for weddings. Partly it's German couples with a passion for Ireland who want to get married there. But more frequently my couples are Irish. That means beautiful weddings with a lot of friends and relatives. Just like the wedding of Barbara (Babs) and Paul in Connemara.
Babs is from Mweenish Island, in the Southwest of Connemara, County Galway. And even if her job as an art teacher brought her far North to County Donegal, she is technically still a true Galway girl.
Paul is from Limerick in the southwest of Ireland. He is a graphic designer and real Limerick man. And so Paul struck the same fate like the guy in the famous Irish song: "So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl. And I lost my heart to a Galway girl." Luckily Babs' and Paul's story has a happier end than in the song.
These two are really great people whom I'm really happy to call friends now.
Go raibh maith agaibh - Thank you both for the great time!
I've shot this wedding quite a while ago. But since it's been kind of a kickoff for many more Irish weddings and for the concept of Wild Atlantic Weddings, I just cannot keep these photos from you. And yes, there are loads of them. Stop crying. ;)
What follows is a wonderful wedding with the good-humored Father Brian Ó Fearraigh. Parts of it are in Irish language and I do not understand a word. But it sounds impressive and a little bit exotic.
During the ceremony, there are also a few gifts. Father Brian has brought what the two seem to need most: Canvas for Babs and her art class who is always short on supply. Any idea what he got for Paul? It's hair!
Outside the church we are greeted by totally inappropriate weather: clouds, rainy and wind. But who cares? For one thing, this is perfectly Irish. And on the other hand, there are certainly half a dozen pubs on the way to the party venue in Screebe - including Coyne's Bar in Kilkieran. At this very place we haven an unplanned stopover - to warm up again and get a the first Guinness officially tapped by the bride. That too is very Irish.
But then something happens that has never happened to me before ...
My bridal couple disappears without a trace. No joke. Suddenly the two are gone and nobody knows of their whereabouts. I had planned some wedding photos on the way to the venue with the hills of Connemara in the background.
So I jump in the car and chase into the direction of Screebe House. Halfway I spot their Bentley in the rearview mirror - parked on some muddy side track. Hard braking, shift in reverse gear and we take pictures - in the rain, while the bus and the various cars with weddings guests pass us by the top of the road. Weddings really are something like cat-herding.
And in the end, we're back on the island where it all started - on the beach at Mweenish Island. This is where it all began. Here Babs got Paul's marriage proposal back then. And here our photo session comes to an end.
But the story of Babs and Paul goes on of course ...
Teampall Mhuire, Carna, Connemara, Co. Galway, Ireland
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