
Bellarine Estate · 2270 Portarlington Rd, Bellarine VIC · Melbourne
Country Wedding · Winery & Vineyard Wedding · Region: VIC - Bellarine Peninsula · City: Melbourne · Venue: Bellarine Estate
A blue and white vintage van, a hessian aisle lined with wine barrels and a kiss through an open sunroof. Elly and Marc’s Bellarine Estate wedding on the Bellarine Peninsula was blush bridesmaids, navy waistcoats and big old gums over a golden late summer paddock. Then came the reception: long tables in a room full of windows, speeches at the microphone and a first dance to a live singer. We had the best afternoon and evening with them.


















































































































































































































































































































































Getting ready at home · Arrival in a vintage van · Ceremony under the gums at Bellarine Estate · Paddock and vine portraits · Reception in the restaurant · First dance and a night portrait
Our day began with Elly and Marc’s invitation tucked among glossy green leaves, then Marc getting ready at home. He shrugged on his navy jacket, then buttoned it by the window with his head down, while soft daylight came in from the side. A little flower girl in white gazed up at him, and a page boy in braces and a bow tie stood to attention at his other side. Then the family filled the lounge for photos, loved ones in bright florals and a baby in white. We keep those first family groups quick and close.
At Elly’s, a lace garter with a purple bow hung on a chair beside a posy of peach roses. The gown hung in a sliding glass door with the garden behind it, and Elly and a bridesmaid, both in white robes, held hands in front of it. Window light through a glass door is a gift for getting ready: it outlines the dress and keeps every face bright. Then the bridesmaids, in blush wrap dresses, gathered round to help with the lace gown, and Elly grinned as the last earring went in.
Elly sat back in a timber chair with her bouquet of white roses, ferns and long trailing red amaranth, and turned to show off the deep open back of her gown. Then she and a bridesmaid shared a quiet moment together, their two bouquets side by side. Outside, the paddocks were dry and golden under a soft grey sky, with a line of dark trees along the ridge. Elly arrived at the ceremony in a blue and white vintage van, with a little flower girl perched at the open door beside her.
The ceremony at Bellarine Estate was set on open ground under tall gums, with timber chairs along a hessian runner and wine barrels standing either side of it. A page boy in braces came first, half running and very pleased with himself. The bridesmaids followed one by one, with the vine rows and more barrels behind them. Then a loved one in a black jumpsuit walked Elly to the front. Marc waited under the arbour with his three groomsmen in navy waistcoats and burgundy ties, and none of them could stop grinning.
The arbour was simple timber draped with cream fabric and a little greenery, which framed Elly and Marc without hiding the view. We worked from the side to see both faces as they held hands, and caught the groomsmen laughing behind them. The bridesmaids stood in a row under a big pale-trunked gum. They signed the register on the lid of a wine barrel, then kissed as they walked back up the aisle between the barrels to cheers. The hugs started at the end of the aisle and went on for a while.
We gathered all the guests under the spreading gums for one big group, with the little ones in front, then worked through the family photos beside a dark green hedge that kept the background calm. Elly and Marc stood with the loved one who walked her in, then with family in bright florals and little ones in white. Then came the moment the van had been waiting for: Elly and Marc stood up through its open sunroof and kissed, her bouquet resting on the roof. Bellarine Estate wedding photos do not get much more fun than that.
We walked them out across the paddock, Elly’s long veil streaming behind her in the breeze and the vine rows in the distance. The bridal party joined in a row under the gums, striding towards us, the bridesmaids laughing so hard they could barely walk straight. The groomsmen built a wobbly stack, one perched on the shoulders of another, then scooped Elly up sideways between them. Open paddocks are great for this kind of play: no clutter, plenty of room and soft, even light under a cloudy sky. We finished with Marc on his own.
Inside the restaurant, jars of honey stood on a white stand beside a sign that read Spread the love, and the cake was dressed with white and blush flowers under a wooden monogram topper. The bridal party clapped their way in, then the speeches began, a bridesmaid at the microphone reading from her phone. The long tables ran beside big windows that looked out to the paddocks, so the room stayed bright through dinner. We moved from table to table for guest portraits, everyone squeezed in close, smiling and laughing, glasses and bottles on the white cloths.
For the first dance, a singer took the microphone beside the band, and Elly and Marc swayed together under coloured lights. The little ones joined the party: a toddler on Marc’s hip, a tiny baby in Elly’s arms, a small dancer in a party dress. The bridesmaids piled in around Elly for a hug that turned into a scream of laughter. Before we left, we took the two of them outside into the dark, where a single lamp post lit them in a pool of light, the last frame of a big, happy day.
Elly and Marc kept almost everything within a short stroll. The van pulled up right beside the ceremony ground, so Elly stepped out onto the dry grass and straight into the aisle. Vows, signing, the big group and the family photos all happened under the same stand of pale gums, with the hedge only a few steps away. From there we drifted out into the paddock and along the vine rows for portraits, then followed everyone inside to the restaurant for dinner, speeches and the band, with one last trip out to the driveway after dark.
This was a late summer afternoon under a lid of soft grey cloud, and we were glad of it. Cloud turns an open hilltop into one huge, even light source, so nobody squinted and the white of the gown held its detail. The warmth came from the ground instead: dry golden grass, and vine leaves starting to turn along the trellis wires. Inside, the long wall of timber framed windows lit the tables evenly through dinner, and once night fell the coloured stage lights and a lone driveway lamp gave us two very different moods to finish on.
The pale gum trunks were our favourite backdrop all afternoon: smooth, light and simple, they sit behind a navy suit and a lace gown without fighting either. The dark hedge gave the family groups a quiet wall of green, so the bright florals on the guests did the talking. The van earned its keep twice, first as a line up spot for the bridal party and then as a stage for the sunroof kiss. Out in the open paddock there was room for the groomsmen to clown about, and the trellis posts gave the vine portraits a gentle rhythm.
If your car has character, park it near the portrait ground rather than out of sight once you arrive; it will give you a few of your most playful frames. A long veil on open ground will lift with any breeze, so ask one bridesmaid to stay close for quick fixes, then let it fly for the walking portraits. And think about where the register goes: a barrel lid at the front kept the signing inside the ceremony setting rather than at a borrowed table off to one side.