Thirty seven years ago, I was a bride. 22 years old.
And it was a hot hot day in Cape Town, with blue skies and sunshine, bright sun umbrellas, beautiful flowers and amazing food too.
Just as well it was hot, really, because the reception was at home in the garden, and there were over 200 people there.
My make-up melted twice before the wedding at 10am. Twice. I think I sort of gave up after that, and so did the guests so that was fine.
We all melted together. I do remember ditching the shoes and letting the long train of my dress fly out behind me as I walked around the swimming pool. I loved that dress.
37 years ago. How is that possible? And I was so young. Geoff was 33. He knew what he was doing!!
Well, I think so.
That was a long time ago, and here I am in England, with 3 adult children and one granddaughter. And those 37 years are full of memories and laughter, tears and fun, yells and adventures.
And I am just thinking that on that day in March so many years ago, I had no idea what lay ahead. I just knew that I was with the man I loved and that we would be fine, no matter what happened or where life took us. 3 weeks later, we were on a plane back to the UK with Geoff's mum as well. And off he went to sea again. .
Anyway. I just thought it would be fun to post the photos.