#cornwall wedding

[camillasgirl]

Camilla’s 2007 ♥

Queen Elizabeth ll, accompanied by The Duke of Edinburgh, The Prince of Wales and The Duchess of Cornwall, opens the third National Assembly for Wales and subsequently visits the National Museum of Wales in Cardiff, 05.06.2007

#milla2007 #queen camilla #king charles iii #queen elizabeth ii #duke of edinburgh #duchess of cornwall #prince charles #prince philip #i loved when she re-wore her wedding dress from time to time back in the day

[heavyarethecrowns]

Camilla Spam (Part 6)

#queen camilla #duchess of cornwall #camilla parker bowles #wedding #camilla

[lahilden]

Camelot Castle

Camelot Castle is located in the village of Tintagel in Cornwall, England. The Victorian castle was built in 1894 by Sir Robert Harvey, who made his fortune in South American mining. During the early 1900s, celebrities used this cliff castle on the Atlantic coast as a destination spot. In 1999, the castle was purchased by John Mappin, who expanded the property by buying the adjoining lands and making it a private residence for his family. They eventually opened the doors to additional guests. The castle has been restored and serves as a 3-star hotel. The 47-room castle has a restaurant, bar, and tea room. There’s also a 3-bedroom self-catering apartment on the cliff edge of the property. The hotel overlooks the ruins of Tintagel Castle and Merlin’s Cave.

#camelot castle #tintagel #cornwall #england #hotel #camelotcastlehotel #wedding venue #castles

[ifreakingloveroyals]

19 May 2018 | Prince Charles, Prince of Wales, Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall, Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge, Prince Andrew, Duke of York, Princess Beatrice and Princess Eugenie at St George's Chapel in Windsor, England. (c) Owen Humphreys - WPA Pool/Getty Images

#Camilla #Duchess of Cornwall #Queen Camilla #Catherine #Duchess of Cambridge #Princess of Wales #Prince Andrew #Duke of York #Princess Beatrice #Princess Eugenie #Britain #Harry and Meghan #weddings #2018 #Owen Humphreys #WPA Pool #Getty Images

[thisisstillme]

One Wedding, Two Waterfalls and Way Too Much Wine: Devon Delights and Cornish Charms

We had a long drive to Devon on Friday for my cousin’s wedding, so I decided to go to bed early the night before, I thought an hour or so extra sleep would do me good. Of course, my body had other ideas. I hadn’t accounted for my usual 3-4 a.m. wake-up so after some unsuccessful attempts at getting back to sleep I got up. I had a few bits I needed to do before we left so I thought I would use…

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#Adventures #anxiety #Cornwall #Emotional Rollercoaster #Emotions #Family #Fear #Hormones #Life Updates #menopause #Midlife #nature #Perimenopause #Rage #Road Trip #Self Discovery #stress #travel #walking #Wedding #women #Womenshealth

[faxmacallister]

SO BRAVE, SO BRITISH!

“That’s what they called me in my village. F#g, because I didn’t play soccer, because I didn’t participate in burping and spitting contests, because I looked like I came from another world, until I became the butt of that spitting contest. And do you know what they called Camilla Parker Bowles, the woman the Prince of Wales is marrying on Saturday?

SO BRAVE, SO BRITISH! by Fax Mac Allister

read the full text on https://faxmacallister.wordpress.com/2023/02/09/so-brave-so-british-2/

#Queen Camilla #King Charles III #Prince of Wales #Duchess of Cornwall #Windsor #Buckingham #Royal Wedding #South Africa #Fax Mac Allister #Colinshire #Westfontein #a life in a Fax #Free State

[noahwerth-23]

Wedding Videographer Cornwall

Looking for a wedding videographer? Noah Werth Film & Photography is a wedding videographer shooting in Cornwall and London and Worldwide.

Wedding Videographer Cornwall

#Wedding Videographer Cornwall

[noahwerth0112]

Wedding Photographer Cornwall

Hi I'm Noah Werth a Wedding Photographer in Cornwall. I capture fun, natural candid wedding photos in Cornwall, Devon, London and beyond.

Wedding Photographer Cornwall

#Wedding Photographer Cornwall

[world-of-wales]

HAPPY 42ND BIRTHDAY TO HRH THE PRINCESS OF WALES, CATHERINE ELIZABETH ♡

Catherine Elizabeth (nee. Middleton) was born to Michael and Carole Middleton at the Royal Berkshire Hospital, Reading, on 9 January 1982. She was christened when she was six months old at the parish church of St. Andrew’s Bradfield in Berkshire on 20 June.

Catherine studied in nursery school in Amman during her family's time in Jordan. After moving back to the UK, she joined St. Andrew’s School, from where she went on to study in Marlborough College in Wiltshire, studying Chemistry, Biology, and Art at A-level.

The Princess undertook a gap year gap year studying at British Institute in Florence, working with Raleigh International programme in Chile, and crewing on Round the World Challenge boats in the Solent. In 2001, she enrolled in the University of St. Andrew’s where she met William for the first time to study Art history.

Cat and William fell in love during their time at uni, and married at Westminster Abbey on 29 APRIL 2011 at Westminster Abbey. The couple have three adorable cupcakes Prince George (b.2013), Princess Charlotte (b.2015) and Prince Louis (b.2018). The family of five divide time between their official residence, Kensington Palace and their two private residences - Amner Hall & Adelaide Cottage.

Upon her wedding, Catherine became HRH The Duchess of Cambridge, The Countess of Strathearn and Lady Carrickfergus. She received the titles of the Duchess of Cornwall & The Duchess of Rothesay upon King Charles's accession to the throne. William and her were made The Prince and Princess of Wales by him on 9 September 2022.

As well as undertaking royal duties in support of The King, both in the UK and overseas, The Princess devotes her time to supporting a number of charitable causes and organisations with some of her key areas of interest being Early Childhood Development, Children's Mental Health, Visual Arts and Sports among others.

#happy birthday catherine ❤️ #catherine's 42nd birthday #princess of wales #the princess of wales #princess catherine #princess kate #british royal family #british royals #royalty #royals #brf #royal #kate middleton #catherine middleton #british royalty #duchess of cambridge #royaltyedit #royalty edit #my gifs #catherine wales. #2023 wales birthdays #prince and princess of wales #the prince and princess of wales #prince william #prince of wales #prince george #princess charlotte #prince louis #royaltygifs #9012024

[jewellery-box]

Evening Dress, ca.1865, designed by dressmaker Madame Vignon of Paris. Silk.

The Cohasset Historical Society.

Maria Barnes Hooper, wearer

Maria Barnes was born in 1827 in Hingham, Mass., to parents Ensign Barnes Jr. and Deborah Lincoln. The Lincoln family has notable members of American History, including Major General Benjamin Lincoln, who served under George Washington in the Revolutionary War and received British commander Lord Charles Cornwallis’ surrender at Yorktown, and Abraham Lincoln, the 16th President of the United States.

Maria married John Sewell Hooper, a stationary merchant, in Hingham in 1852. The Hoopers applied for a passport in 1865 that shows the couple and their young son traveling to France. Family legend states that Maria purchased this dress for $100 (about $1,800 today) from Madame Vignon, a renowned Parisian dressmaker. Vignon also created the wedding dress and trousseau for the French Empress Eugenie, wife of Napoleon III.

#I found more photos of this dress so here they are! #victorian #victorian era #victorian fashion #19th century #fashion history #historical fashion

[heavyarethecrowns]

King Charles III and Queen Camilla Spam

#king charles iii #prince charles #queen camilla #duchess of cornwall #camilla parker bowles #wedding #kcqc

[theunderestimator-2]

Joe Strummer at his wedding with Lucinda Tait in 1995. He was married to Lucinda from 1995 until his death in 2002.

belfasttelegraph.co.uk/ :" Is anyone ever ready for a close partner never coming back, being gone forever, I ask. "No. I don't think so," she replies. "Joe was fun to live with. I remember one day - I think my daughter must have been about five or six - and we woke up and it was a beautiful morning, and Joe said, 'No school today. We are going down to Cornwall for the day'. He lived life for the moment." Does Lucinda live in the moment? "I wish I did. I try. I do try! I hear Joe's voice the whole time, saying, 'Go for it. Go on. Just say yes'. " And that's what his early death should teach us. He was 50. 'Just go for it! Say yes!'" Lucinda says, echoing the love of her life."

(via)

#joe strummer #lucinda tait #the clash #1995 #punk #punk rock #punk rock warlord #people

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

kirstie Allsop came out and said emphatically that it was Meghan who made Kate cry. 

Here is the article with her direct quotes

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-10273583/Duchess-Cambridge-cried-confronting-Meghan-Markle-bullying-Kirstie-Allsopp-claims.html

Who is Kirstie Allsop you?

She's a UK tv presenter, but more importantly her family is both aristo AND deeply embedded in the royal circle - Her late mother was Camilla's childhood best friend and Camilla is the godmother to Kirstie's brother Henry. Kirstie's mother was an interior decorator and often worked with Annabel Elliot , Camilla's sister. 

Quotes from the article:

She ( Meghan) told the American host: 'A few days before the wedding, she was upset about something pertaining - yes, the issue was correct - about flower girl dresses, and it made me cry, and it really hurt my feelings.'

But Ms Allsopp has now said Kate was the one who cried, and claimed the argument was over allegations that Meghan was rude to Kensington Palace staff.

Ms Allsopp, who is a family friend of Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall, told The Telegraph: 'Kate never ever loses her temper, but she found out Meghan was being rude to staff at Kensington Palace and she was angry with her.

Then, Kate burst into tears because she'd lost control and she did take Meghan flowers to try and patch things up.'

Camilla was a childhood friend of the Location, Location, Location presenter's late mother Lady Fiona Hindlip, and is the godmother to her brother Henry.

[camillasgirl]

“This is one of the great love matches. Everyone talks about young love, but this is enduring love of a kind that is rare and wonderful. They are two good, decent, nice people who make each other happy.Their relationship is something good and strong to see.” - Nic Paravicini, The Duchess of Cornwall’s former brother-in-law

♥ Happy 19th wedding anniversary, Charles and Camilla! ♥

#king charles iii #queen camilla #happy anniversary #can't believe it's been 19 years... #happy 2nd anniversary to my wife and myself ;)

[rosepinksky]

Pay For My Time (pt. 5)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female reader

In which Ghost's neighbour drags him in for dinner, and then ruins his life.

Warnings: alcohol & nicotine use

word count: 1.9k

ao3 link

part 1 (smutty!)

masterlist

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I was antsy that night at the club, constantly checking over my shoulder for a figure that never showed. I did my best to plaster a bright smile on my face as another girl clinked her glass against mine, waving off her questioning face with a half-hearted reassurance that no, I’m good, just tired.

The hot pink lace felt too tight against my chest, the cheap fabric scratching against my glitter-dusted skin. I adjusted the straps over my collarbone, gulping down the cheap vodka in one breath as I turned my attention towards an older man in a charcoal suit at the bar. I sidled up to him, running a hand down his arm as I introduced myself with a practiced, sultry tone. He smirked as his gaze roamed greedily across my body, and I set my drink down next to his on the bartop.

I had never been one for feeling self-conscious. Since my first underwired bra at 14, since my first time fooling around with a boy in someone else’s bedroom at a house party at 16, since I’d spent my first year of university giggling sweetly at some trust fund Eton kid at a sports society mixer- I was a self-assured, confident, attractive young girl. Bright, too. Never one to say the wrong thing, to embarrass myself. Always pretty, always smart, always charming.

I remembered the day I sat down in my professor’s office to tell her I was dropping out. The confused frown tinged with concern as I babbled happily about my alternative plans, about him, about moving to London and summer weddings in Cornwall. A flashy diamond ring that didn’t quite suit my tastes but blinded me anyway glittering on my left hand.

God, it was strange how the thing I resented most was how damn good my dissertation would’ve been if I had stayed.

Leading the businessman- Michael, I think he said?- up to the private booths by then hand, I was struck by another wave of bitterness by the way Ghost had denied me that morning. Didn’t he know? Didn’t he know how good I was, how many men tonight were willing to empty their pockets just to have me in their lap?

Ungrateful prick, to deny me his cock when I offered myself up so freely for him. I made a silent vow as I bent at the waist to put on a slow song to cut him off, to ignore the needy little voice in my core that ached for him to fuck me like a goddamn ragdoll once more. I swore that vow again as I began to sway in front of this other man, dragging my nails up the sides of my thighs, feeling his eyes burning holes into the soft flesh of my ass.

I hated men, I decided in that moment. I hated how they made me feel, how they used me, how desperate I somehow still was for their fucking approval.

I left the man in that booth the second he tossed me a few notes, not bothering to send a parting smile his way. I shouldered my way back down the stairs, not stopping until I collapsed back into my chair in the dressing rooms.

“Fuck!” I whispered to myself as I gulped down a mouthful of water, closing my eyes as I exhaled sharply, cheeks burning with emotions that had no place coming to the surface right now.

I was grateful for the emptiness of the room in that moment, away from prying eyes and well-intentioned questions from the other dancers. I stared at my own reflection in the vanity mirror as I puffed away at my vape until my throat burned. I took in the slight imperfections of my face under the heavy makeup, the way the mascara clumped my bottom lashes together, the way my lipstick had smeared just at the corner of my lips. I frowned, swiping away the trace of red that escaped its confines, glancing up at the clock on the wall and resigning myself to the fact that I couldn’t really leave for a good few more hours.

There were a few things that struck Ghost as interesting about Lucy’s flat. On the surface, it was entirely what one would’ve expected from a girl like her. Doused in far too much pink, and enough candles to be considered a fire hazard to the entire building. But he’d spent too much of his life on high alert, eyes trained to take in and analyse every single detail presented to him, to be able to ignore those little ins she’d inadvertently given him.

Way too many open bottles on that bar cart, of course, though he wouldn’t have needed his SAS training to pick up on that particular vice of hers. He’d meant it in more ways than one when he’d told her he didn’t fuck drunk girls; his younger self tensing up on instinct when he saw the slight gloss in her eyes, reminiscent of his father’s blank gaze after yet another 12-pack of cheap corner store lager.

But he’d looked closer, in those fleeting hours spent in her home. Noticed the lack of pictures adorning the walls, the lingering feeling that this was a place only ever inhabited by one. No visitors. No family coming to stay for the weekend, no friends crashing after a late night dancing, no Friday afternoon coffees with that one cousin you always promised to keep in touch with but only ever saw thrice in a decade.

That struck him as odd, especially after she’d been so comfortable, so practiced as she invited him in and cooked for him. That meal was not the cooking of a lonely stripper in her early twenties, he knew that much. But still, he couldn’t picture Lucy coming from a childhood of a stay-at-home mother who patiently taught her to cook over some overpriced Aga, all warmth and softness. No, this was a woman who’d seen reality, had fought tooth and nail to perfect that seemingly effortless exterior- Lucy, Violet, whoever she may be.

He found himself inexplicably drawn to this woman. She was beautiful, no doubt about it. But there was more than that; her easy confidence drew him in, made him both want her and want to be her. He wondered, in the dim light of his lonely living room, what it would be like to exude that kind of quick social intellect. There had to be more, he mused, some reason why she got to possess that effortless, uncomplicated manner instead of him. Was it just a symptom of her beauty? Had she swanned through life unbridled with the worry of other’s judgement, simply gliding by on her looks?

The thought left a sour taste in his mouth, and he chased it away with a swig of his now lukewarm tea.

He was a fucking Lieutenant. A decorated, elite operative, a goddamn prized credit to his government. She was a stripper! No bachelors certificate framed on her walls, nothing to show for her career except some fancy coffeemaker on her countertop. She was nothing, as far as he should be concerned. And still-

And still, his throat got tighter every time he went to text her. He stumbled over his words when she ran her dainty, those stupidly dainty little hands over him.

He’d told her to call him that morning. Left her there in her bedroom feeling all smug, like he’d gotten the upper hand, and he had. Like he always did. Every girl he picked up, every pretty little barracks bunny that fell for the mystery of the mask, he always had the upper hand in the morning- if he waited that long to leave. Never cruel, never neglectful, but never sweet, either.

 And yet, despite his brain pushing forward the vivid memories of her on her knees in front of him, or of her wrapped around that pole looking like an entire fucking meal- the thing he couldn’t get out of his head was the vision of her nibbling on that corner of toast as they sat on the fire escape together in the late morning sun.

His fingers were pulling up her contact page before his brain could catch up and think better of it.

“…Hello?”

Noisy. The club, obviously.

“Hey.”

He could hear the way her breath was coming a little heavier than it should be, so in tune with her mannerisms after less than a fortnight of knowing her.

“Ghost! God, the one man I didn’t want to fucking hear from tonight.”

He pulled the phone away from his ear at that, frowning at the screen. A laugh crackled through from the other end.

“Sorry, I’m not supposed to say stuff like that. Hi, handsome, how are you?”

“I’m…fine. You’re working late for a Monday.”

A light sigh from her, and the flicker of a lighter.

“You’d be surprised. These 9-5 workers, they get fussy on a Monday. It’s one of our best days.”

He huffed out a dry laugh, using his free hand to open a window and grabbing his own cigarette.

“Why didn’t you want to hear from me?”

Silence. He stayed quiet, listening to the way her breath hitched, praying that her lowered inhibitions would give way to some sliver of the truth. He really had believed her when she’d told him she wasn’t a liar, after all.

“…Because I’m mad, at the way you left me this morning.”

He smirked. “That was the point of it. Still, I don’t think that’s the entire reason, princess.”

She scoffed, taking in a long drag of her cigarette before replying.

“God, what do you want me to say? That my ego was bruised?”

His smiled widened. Bingo.

“Now why would you say that, Lucy? Was your pretty little ego bruised, when I refused to fuck you, not once but twice?”

He could hear her grumbling under her breath, and it only served to build up his cracked self-esteem further. So she wasn’t infallible, after all.

“You know you only had to ask me, right, sweet girl? Properly. Without any of that cheap wine clouding your judgement.” He dropped his voice down to a rich, weighty tone, the cigarette dangling idly from his fingers.

“Whatever.” She snapped. “Luckily for you, sir, there’s plenty of men who’ve managed to drag the stick out of their ass for long enough to see what’s in front of them.”

His smile dropped into a frown, sitting up a little straighter. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

There was another pause, and he could practically hear her smug smile. “I’m sorry if the noise disturbs your sleep tonight, Ghosty. I really would try to keep it down, but you know what I’m like when I get properly fucked.”

He wanted nothing more than to wipe that little smirk off of her face, his fists clenching until the cherry of his cigarette burned his knuckles. “Don’t you dare, Lucy.”

She giggled. She fucking giggled.

“Sorry, sir. Should’ve tried to mess with an easier girl.”

The line clicked dead, and he was left staring at the black screen of his phone.

It was less than a minute before he was on his feet, pulling on his jacket and shoving his feet into his boots, grabbing his keys before slamming his front door shut.

#ghost x reader #ghost x reader smut #ghost smut #simon riley x ofc #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader smut #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader

[sassyfrassboss]

The source claimed that the Duchy of Cornwall has used the coat of arms to grant royal warrants. Which was when Charles was Duke of Cornwall and was given permission by QEII.

And we all know who that "royal source" in the article is. It's just another way she's adding to her royal rebranding. Did she comment through her Hotmail account?

Tell me you know nothing about how your own family works without telling me you nothing about how your own family works.

Harry likes to point out often that Meghan knew nothing about the royal family when she met him.

Yeah bruh, neither do you.

The issue lies with the fact that the BRF/TQ and Charles gave in to too many of their demands when Meghan joined the firm.

They were given a lavish wedding equal/more than the cost of William and Catherine’s. They were given titles of Duke and Duchess. They were given important patronages and tours. Given a country home on Windsor grounds, etc.

Basically for 2.5 years they were treated as equals to William and Catherine. Now that things have changed they still believe that they are allowed the same privileges and perks as William and Catherine.

It’s insane.