A sunny morning today. Just like the one 69 years ago when Rosemary and I got married.
A exciting day which I vividly remember. The destination, Bray, a small seaside town near Dublin.
Why there? To escape food rationing, still in force after seven years. The thought of bacon and eggs, cakes and cream was irresistible...
My best man, reporter Peter Parry-Jones, and I were driven from my home, 31 Malefant Street, Cardiff, to Christchurch Congregational Church in the centre of Penarth where a big crowd was waiting. Rosemary was well known in Penarth as the local reporter and the town’s police chief, Inspector Tom Arthur had a team of white gloved officers out.
Rosemary arrived with her father. It was a lovely service with one of Rosemary’s friends singing a Mozart aria.
There were over seventy family and friends - many journalists - at the reception, the first to be held in the Paget Rooms Penarth, just freed from many years of RAF use.
We were waved off as we left to go by train from Cardiff to Bristol airport for the afternoon Aer Lingus flight to Dublin.
Then, the first shock of the day, There was a Dublin bus strike and we had to take a taxi, my first money worry.
But it was a lovely holiday in beautiful Ireland - and that food!
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