Ooh now isn't that a lovely title for a post! All those of you whose ears pricked up (metaphorically of course), well you'd be right. Above is a photograph of me and my betrothed.
Now, I have occasionally commented about Wonderful Man on this blog. But I feel the need here to do more than comment - I feel the need to give him the biggest, most ginormousest compliment ever. Boy has this chap lived up to his moniker....
So, we're on the MV Plancius, heading down towards Antarctica (quite the most incredible place I have ever been but more on that in subsequent posts). We have just left the Falkland Islands, having spent a gorgeous day wandering around Stanley, which is reminiscent of a tiny English town in the 1950's. It's the most beautiful sunset. The seas are calm and milky blue. There is a wandering albatross circling above. But oh no! My Wonderful Man has fallen over!
Or has he.....?
Well, actually not.
He's down on one knee. With a huge smile. And a beautiful ring.
You know that feeling that you get when you think that not only have all your Christmases come at once, but that you have also found that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, won ten million pounds, have learned to fly and are standing on the tippity tip top of the world?
Well, multiply that by a BILLION!
More to come soon. For now I will sign off...as the future Mrs H!
And with wishes of sparkles and happiness to all.
