How they met

Anna and Bryan met through a running group on a Tuesday night in South Yarra. Their first date was a very unromantic 10k — followed by much better pasta. Five years later, they were looking for a wedding venue that felt as much like them as possible: coastal, unfussy, full of people they love.

The day

The Mornington Peninsula delivered one of those rare soft overcast mornings that photographers quietly hope for — even, flattering light across every portrait. Anna got ready with her Mum and sister in a weatherboard cottage above the bay, windows open, Fleetwood Mac on low.

Their ceremony was small — thirty-two guests, most seated on wooden chairs borrowed from friends. Bryan wrote his vows on a plane earlier that week; Anna’s were three pages long. They both cried. So did we.

The reception was a long lunch — shared plates, bottomless wine, an open kitchen, and a playlist that somehow pleased everyone from Bryan’s Nonna to Anna’s cousins.