Stopped at the National Trust property Polesden Lacey on the way down to Gartwick Airport today. 37 years ago we were walking down a rather different aisle than the beautiful ones they have here in the gardens. I recall being rather more nervous then as well. I did think after that in tribute to my beloved other half, I should have made more effort to take a decent pikkie of Liz, but I am afraid the house and gardens distracted me somewhat. There is always tomorrow!