“Would you mind if we renewed our wedding vows in the garden at Casalba?”
Would we mind? Mind…?
We’d be honoured!
Rings were made from olive branches. The music stand was turned into a lectern. The hammocks were removed from under the acacias. The sun was shining (after a distant rumble of thunder failed to materialise into anything sinister) and it was a happy day.
A very happy day.