Reminiscing

Forty years ago today the Gorse Fox was relaxing at home, reading a John Wyndham novel waiting to get dressed up for the 3pm ceremony. Meanwhile, the Silver Vixen was being rushed here and there, and being ministered to by here coterie of friends and family, being pursued by our own private paparazzo, and trying to get her hair done, makeup done, and get dressed in her wedding dress.

What a day it turned out to be. It really was the start of something special.