Bronnie would have been 57 today and it would also have been our 17th wedding anniversary. I think that’s right. One vacillates between not wanting to do the numbers, then obsessively doing the maths to the point of blurred vision. A bit like doing the household budget every month.
On 10th June 1997, the day before the wedding, it was a blisteringly hot day. It was so hot the WPC (Wedding Panic Committee) had convinced us all the garden marquee would melt. Our wedding reception was to be held in the grounds of the farmhouse.