Our Story
We met in the water at Freshwater West on a grey March morning — Julian paddling out before the wind picked up, Amelia sat on the sand with a flask of tea, insisting she was only there for the view.
He gave up on the swell for an hour. She still hasn't been in past her knees. Somewhere between then and now there were campervan weekends, a lot of sandy bedsheets, and one ring buried in a rockpool for slightly too dramatic a proposal.
We're getting married on the same stretch of coast where it started, and we'd love nothing more than for you to be there.
Amelia & Julian