Fifteen years ago I got married to Will in a tiny village in Cambridgeshire, in a redundant church. We then strolled down the lane to the reception, in a marquee, in a field. It was a perfect day. Not smooth. Not without it's frustrations but perfect nonetheless.
A lot has happened since that day. Too much to cover in a short blog post but at the last minute we decided to mark the occasion with a dinner for a few friends. Nothing fancy, a bit like our wedding, but a celebration of all that we've experienced since that day. Like our wedding the evening didn't run exactly to plan as two of our guests ended up stuck on the river bank in Downham trying to rescue one of their cows that had fallen into the river; when you're friends with farmers you become accustomed to this sort of thing.
Rather sentimentally I looked through a few of the photos from our big day; this one is my favourite.
Let's hope the next fifteen years are eventful but in a different way to the last.
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