Friday night, 21st August 2009, my other half took me on a rather elaborate mystery trip involving maps and much secrecy.
Sunday morning, 23rd of August 2009, he asked me to marry him.
He’d been planning how he was going to ask for months and ‘had known for much longer’ that he was going to ask. In the run up to asking, he’d been sweating buckets whenever anyone said anything negative about marriage in front of me in case I agreed wholeheartedly. On the Saturday night before asking, he couldn’t sleep a wink for stress.
Meanwhile I was fast asleep, totally and blissfully ignorant of what he was going through.
(For those who haven’t heard the story of how we got engaged, click on the Weddingnesday button and that will tell you everything you need to know!)
Saturday morning, 21st August 2010, and we’re on another mystery trip.
Yes, the OH decided he couldn’t let the anniversary of our engagement pass without more secret plans. (There were more maps too.)
So here’s a little photo story of what we got up to one year on…
Yes, we were down in London town again…
We went to markets, meandered in and out of cute little shops, and just had fun. (You’ll notice the coffee cup and bag of cookie in the OH’s hand… I know him too well to attempt such thrift trawling without caffeine and sugar!)
Not the smallest cookie I have ever seen…
But it didn’t last that long…
It was so warm and balmy that I was sorely tempted to jump into this water feature too… but on seeing just how soaked people were coming out of it, I thought better of it!
We also dropped in on a pop-up beach and popped in to an indoor garden party…
They’d turfed the whole bar which was pretty cool…
On top of all this, we did some rather fine eating, most excellent chilling in our hotel and just talked about life, the universe and everything in between.
What we discovered was that we’ve both been really really really stressed/tired/worn out by juggling jobs, diy, getting our old flat ready for selling and all the other things that life has been throwing at us.
Seems an obvious one but it’s amazing how a change of scene can change your perspective.
We also started talking about our wedding again… and spent ages just talking about all the fun, silly stuff we’d like to do until we were grinning like idiots. (We do that a lot when happy.)
So we returned home tired but happy tired.
Surprise weekends really are the best.
Happy Weddingnesday everyone xx