
Berry Courthouse · Berry NSW · Sydney
Heritage & Historic Venue Wedding · City: Sydney · Venue: Berry Courthouse
A champagne table at the hedge gate, vows on the slate steps of an 1890s courthouse, and a vintage caravan pouring drinks in the garden until a movie flickered onto a screen after dark. Justine and Chris’s Berry Courthouse wedding kept the whole day on one heritage block in Berry, on the NSW South Coast, and it felt like the best kind of garden party. We were there from the first toast to the last portrait under the festoon lights.







































































































































































































































































































Champagne at the hedge gate · Vows on the courthouse steps · Family groups under the big tree · Portraits in Berry’s leafy streets · Garden party with a caravan bar · Movie, cake and festoon lights
Our afternoon at Berry Courthouse began out on Victoria Street under a clear spring sky. The building stands alone in the middle of its block behind clipped hedges, so we started wide, with the white portico framed by trees and a welcome easel at the gate, then looked up at the old hanging sign that still credits the architect James Barnet. Inside the hedges, white chairs faced the front steps. When a building is this symmetrical, we stand dead centre and let the path carry the eye straight to the door, then wait for people to walk into it.
Guests came through the gap in the hedge, picked up a flute from the champagne table and drifted across the lawn, and Chris was right in among them, glass in hand and a coral rose on his lapel. Nobody needed herding. The rows filled with families, kids in their best cardigans and a lot of laughing. Then the music changed and Justine’s maid of honour stepped through the gate in blush pink, bouquet held low. We like to shoot that entrance from the far end of the aisle, so the gate, the hedge and the waiting guests all sit in one frame.
Justine came in on her dad’s arm, veil lifting behind her, and walked the straight path between the chairs to the courthouse steps where Chris was waiting. The ceremony happened right under the portico, which makes a natural stage: the columns frame the couple and the steps lift them just above the guests, so everyone can see. In full afternoon sun the columns threw bars of light and shade across the floor, and we used them, catching the ring going onto Justine’s finger in a slice of light. Justine laughed, then dabbed her eyes, and Chris clapped like he’d won something.
From the side of the lawn we turned the lens on the guests. A woman in pale blue wiped away a tear with a champagne glass still in her other hand, two girls whispered and grinned along the row, and an older guest sat with his arms folded and the softest look on his face. Reactions are half the story of a ceremony, so one of us always watches the crowd while the other stays with the couple. The register sat on a little table by the steps, with the pink and coral bouquets resting beside the pen while a witness leant in to sign.
Married, they came down the steps together and the front lawn turned into one long, happy receiving line. Glasses went up from the chairs, older guests reached out to squeeze hands, and Chris vanished into a bear hug while a little girl in a tulle dress watched from the path. Then we gathered the families on the grass under the big tree beside the courthouse. The hedges there make a clean, dark green wall behind a group, and the canopy keeps faces out of hard sun, which matters at three in the afternoon in spring when the light is still high.
Berry Courthouse wedding photos don’t need a car: for portraits we simply walked out the gate. The streets around the courthouse are wide and lined with old trees, and on a weekend afternoon the footpaths are quiet enough to stand a couple in the middle of them. Justine and Chris strolled hand in hand with the light filtering through the leaves, and we drew her veil around the two of them for a close frame where the tulle softened everything at the edges. We also slowed right down for the details: her bouquet of pink ranunculus and roses, and their rings among a few olive leaves.
The reception moved round to the garden behind the courthouse, set up like the best backyard party: a grazing table, a vintage caravan doing the drinks, and a ‘happily ever after’ lightbox beside framed photos and an advice box for the newlyweds. Guests settled into wicker chairs and timber benches on the lawn. For the speeches Justine and Chris sat side by side in two big peacock chairs on a round rug, which gave us the perfect angle: we could stand behind each speaker and catch the couple’s faces, Justine laughing one moment and wiping her eyes the next.
As the light went, festoon lights glowed through the big tree and the caravan lit up with a ‘love’ balloon on its side. Blankets came out, kids gathered around the candles, and a projector threw an old black and white film onto a screen against the hedge, with cushions and baskets laid out on the grass in front of it. Chris took the microphone for their own speech, and then they cut the white, flower-topped cake together. We finished with the two of them under a flowering tree strung with lights, the garden still full of their people.
Justine and Chris kept the whole day on and around the courthouse block, and it moved in a neat circle. Champagne waited at the hedge gate, guests sat on the front lawn and the vows happened up on the slate steps under the portico. Signing was at a little white table between the hedges, family groups gathered under the big tree beside the building, and then we slipped out the gate for portraits in Berry’s leafy streets. By the time we walked back, the Hedged Garden behind was set for a relaxed garden party.
It was a clear spring afternoon with the sun high and full on the white facade, so the columns threw crisp stripes across the portico and the render glowed. We leant into that brightness for the steps and the rings, then moved family groups under the canopy where faces stayed even. Out in the streets the light filtered through old trunks and gums, softer as the afternoon stretched. Once the sun went, the air cooled fast: blankets, throws and patio heaters appeared, and the festoons in the big tree became our main light.
Turning back over the rows from the front, we could fit the guests, the hedge and the hills rising beyond the street into one frame, which gives the vows a real sense of place. On the walk, a twisting red barked tree and a tunnel of green gave Justine and Chris backdrops that feel nothing like the courthouse, so the gallery has variety. After dark we worked from the far side of the garden, where the lit caravan bar, the marquee and the festoon lights all line up together.
Give guests something to play with. The croquet set and the giant block tower kept kids and adults busy through the afternoon, and they handed us some of the funniest candid frames of the day. Set up a cosy corner too, with rugs, cushions and vintage sofas, because people linger and laugh when they have somewhere soft to sit. And dress the cake table against the hedge with fairy lights and light up letters, as these two did, so it glows once the sky goes dark.