It was 47 years today

Forty-seven years ago today we were married. 

We spent our wedding night in the Twelve Knights Hotel in Port Talbot (10 miles down the road, famous primarily for its steel works.) We'd booked the honeymoon 'suite' but there'd been a mix-up and were put in an ordinary room. Arrived in the hotel room. Husband sat down and switched on the television. "Just seeing what's on," he said.

Supposed to set off from there the following morning to the cross channel ferry and our honeymoon in France. Realised we'd left our passports and money behind so went back to the house to fetch them. Husband's family were staying there but were out when we arrived so we took what we needed plus a roll of toilet paper. (We were camping.) Apparently the missing toilet roll caused some mystification for Mother-in-law.

The delay meant we missed our ferry so spent a night on English soil - in a hotel - before getting on our way to France.

Wonderful from there on, camping in the south of France.

Until we set off for home.

We were in my Morris Traveller and its radiator had sprung a leak. It was roasting hot but we had to have the heater on full blast in the car and keep stopping for radiator top-ups. We had planned to stay a night somewhere en route but heat was rising and tempers were flaring, so instead we slept for a few hours in the car so we could keep going in the relative cool of the night for as long as possible.

And we're still married! This is us soon after our return from honeymoon.