The rain was beating down on the church steps. Rain hadn't been forecast. It was supposed to be dry. Cloudy but dry.
'I don't think we'll be able to make the clifftop portraits,' I said.
We were making do with portraits under the tree canopy in the Church grounds when the rain eased off for a moment.
'Let's do it,' said Katy. 'Let's get up on the cliffs.'
So we ran through the drizzle and the wet grass, Sarah holding up Katy's dress and Tom holding the umbrella.
And we got our clifftop photographs, overlooking the Yorkshire coast.
Great call, Katy.
I love brave brides.