Arranging it was a bit of a flap. These were the days before the interweavey thing and telephones looked as though you were talking to the banker on Deal or no Deal. Now, it's easy peasy if you have to make last minute arrangements.
Anyway, what with the wedding having to be sorted out so that it coincided with my school holidays and trying to find a babysitter, our accommodation was booked with no other information than can be provided by a telephone directory. We had no idea about the place where we were going to spend our special night.
The view from the window
It was a tiny room in a boarding house on the top floor. I think my herniated disc started up when I romantically carried the terrible Goddess up to the room. The twin beds were lovely and the view of the sea, achieved by standing on the chest of drawers and cunning use of a mirror, was fantastic.
It was a bit chilly - the owners said that they had been let down on a fuel delivery. Luckily it was a mild January.
We went out for a meal and a drink and to be quite honest I don't remember much else about what happened that night [ neither does the TG, which I find surprising ].
We had ordered breakfast to be served in the bedroom. It was a little disappointing - no sugar for the tepid tea and no butter for the soggy toast - although the rasher of bacon was delicious.
And that was that really; with the passage of time it's become rather a fond memory.
So if you find you've left everything to the last minute, computers are very useful.
