Thanks to the speedy work of our friend and wedding photographer, I can cheerfully present the following for your amusement…

Jules is my wife now, in a very real, and legally binding sense. That being the case, you may well wonder why she’s smiling.
As my expression reveals, I can’t quite believe my good fortune. And that’s as true now as it was on the day.
The Best Man, The Luckiest Man, The Bride and Bridesmaid. I fully expect this picture to be in the next issue of Tatler, probably in the Society News column.
I told you we’d practiced for the First Dance.
I’ll stop there, rather than posting dozens of pictures, but in case you hadn’t guessed by now, we had a terrific day, and I’m very pleased and proud to be married to Jules.
Or, as I prefer to call her at any given opportunity, my wife.