Covent Garden Flower market...at 7am.

Its cold, early morning and theres Cheryl Cole blarinrg on one of the radios.

Just an average morning at the flower market in Covent Garden. My Mum's a budding florist, although ever modest, and was in charge of decorations for a wedding of  a friend. The best way to describe it would be a large airconditioned warehouse filled with every type of flower imaginable. From the traditional roses and lillies to more tropical varieties.


















I also learned that there is a lot more to flower arranging than sticking flowers and foliage into an oasis. Tucked way in the back of the warehouse was an impressive range of spray dyes and ribbons, along with gems and fixtures that can be used in bridal arrangements.
After purchasing the brides wish of white and blue roses, the actual work started.
Early Saturday morning we were at the wedding venue, near the infamous Blackwall Tunnel. We joined in the bustle of everyone else working to set up the reception, which was a chaotic but orderly execution.
And well...  they say a picture paints a thousand words. Below are the pictures of the finnished product.