There was no first dance, the cake stayed uncut The car was filled to bursting as we drove to our wedding venue in Denbigh, North Wales. ‘The next time we go through these tunnels, you’ll be Mrs Hughes,’ my partner Brian, 74, chirped beside me.
‘I won’t carry you over the threshold as I’m too old, but I’ll carry your dress instead.’
After 25 years together, our big day had been a long time coming.
We’d met when I was a pub landlady and Brian was one of my punters. He’d written love letters on five and ten pound notes, but it was months before I agreed to a date.
Still, I quickly realised Brian was a keeper. He charmed my two kids, Kevin and Delyth, from a previous marriage,…
