What are you celebrating?” asked the receptionist at the check- in desk.
“Still being alive,” I joked.
Americans don’t get `British humour. She jabbed her finger at a row of boxes on the leaflet we are asked to sign:
wedding, anniversary, honeymoon etc.
“ None, we are on holiday.” There was no box for that.
So that’s how we come to see daily weddings on the beach. They are modest affairs. Even more modest than our own registrar wedding in Halifax many years ago.
It was the sudden gathering of a crowd of holidaymakers near my sun lounger that alerted me to the first wedding.