Despite instructions to the contrary, Elaine and I had organised a couple of small surprises—well, we just couldn’t let such a special day pass, especially given the love and support my parents have given to both of us.
Mum and Dad married in the small Leicestershire village of Croft, at the end of a week that had witnessed the Great Train Robbery, the birth of Whitney Houston and, on the eve of their wedding, the first episode of the BBC music show Ready Steady Go!. I doubt that either of them tuned in to hear Burl Ives and Brian Poole and The Tremeloes each perform a couple of songs, but Mum and Dad both made it “to the church on time”, were duly married, and headed off for the reception at the Village Hall.
Croft’s main claim to fame is a huge quarry (you wouldn’t want to fall in) and, apparently back in the 1960s, there was a regular blast from the quarry that would actually make the nearby houses shake. There was one such blast on 10th August—which knocked Mum and Dad’s wedding cake from its stand and into slightly more pieces than they’d ideally have wanted!
Significant rebuilding work was required, but ultimately all was well and so began the fifty years of marriage that we were able to celebrate yesterday. The achievement is all the more notable because forty-nine of those years have passed with me as their son, but I will end this short offering with a then and now picture of the happy couple—sadly no record exists of the blast-damaged cake!
Congratulation to you both, and thanks for everything xx