Twenty six years ago this morning I was tucking into a hearty breakfast at the Petersham Hotel in Richmond contemplating my future as a soon-to-be married man. Fortunately, she turned up, (and had not run off to a Welsh mountain as the picture might suggest), and luckily, she's still around. Some less charitable souls might wonder why that is so....... bit of a mystery to me too as it happens!
Another mystery. In the twenty six years I never quite figured out what was going on in this picture, taken at the reception.
Perhaps, it followed this one....... will we ever know?