What a good-looking fella I married back on 24th June, 1978.
Uncle gave me away. I think the photographer must have told him to look at me for this photo.
We hardly knew each other in those days. He'd lived away all my life and at this time lived in Nottingham, and had a disabled son, making trips to Mumbles rare. But he and my gran were the only family I had by this stage.
Today the orange blossom in our garden is looking beautiful. I don't know if you can see any orange blossom in my bouquet but it's there, from the tree my Mum had planted for this purpose.