26 days, 16 sunflowers, 12 Caravaggios, 10 trains, 4 countries, 3 guidebooks, 2 planes and countless museums, galleries and ice creams later, we are finally back in sunny Aberdeen but what a day it was that started it all - what a very special, memorable and utterly perfect wedding day.
For me it started with the great weather, practicing my speech in the sun while I waited in trepidation for Niall (best man) to return from the airport with his missing case containing kilts, shirts etc. With him back, Tom (best man) rounded up and a quorum of close friends we headed off on foot for the Ca`Farsetti. However, having arrived not there but at the reception destination I added my 2 cents to the navigation effort and we were eventually marching though streets, over bridges and through St Mark’s Square at a good rate of knots. Fear of arriving late propelled us however, and, bathed in sweat but victorious we arrived just in time.
So proud I was as I strode in flanked by my best men, but prouder still, and indescribably so the moment Fiona appeared in the doorway. Immediately I felt faint, to see my wife-to-be walking in as the music reached crescendo is a moment I shall never forget. I am sure I felt even Venice pause.
Thank you to all of our guests for making that day in June, our 23rd, more wonderful every minute.