I’m getting married…
Here’s the story (apologies in advance for rambling). Well, I’ve been planning to “pop” the question for a while, but wanted to do something a little different than the normal run of the mill romantic restaraunt jobbie - something memorable. So to coincide with her Christmas present I told Jeanette we were going away this weekend, but not where.
This drove her mad as she hates not knowing things. Brilliant. Told her we were leaving at 9am yesterday morning and told her she’d need to pack some clothes to get wet. This made her worry even more as she thought I’d booked a weekend of rafting, or something that I’d enjoy more than her.
So I drove her to Luton airport, which obviously aroused her suspicions. We then jumped on a plane to Inverness, with her questioning why we were going to the Scottish Highlands. I picked up the hire car at the other end and followed the satnav down past Aviemore in the Cairngorm mountains to our destination; The Sleddog Centre. Might seem strange to some, but Jeanette adores Huskies (we have one) and has always wanted to go on a sled ride. Unfortunately the weather up there is just as crap as it is in Oxford and everywhere is flooded, so we couldn’t go out. Not that it mattered too much. The lady there spent two hours showing us the 20-odd dogs, letting us help feed them etc. Jeanette was in her element.
(Apologies for the crap pictures, taken with the compact camera since I wasn’t going to lug the SLR around).
After a while we went into their museum and were left to look around, watch the video. This is where I got round to popping the question. I took the immediate shower of tears as a good sign. A couple of minutes later she managed to compose herself enough to say yes…
Next we drove back towards Inverness, to the hotel I’d booked, Bunchrew House. The whole place only has 16 rooms, every one different and unique.
I’d booked The Mackay Suite, which was very nice, and arranged for Champagne and chocolates on arrival. Good job she said ‘yes’, eh?
Then, this morning we had a few hours so we drove about a third of the way down the side of Loch Ness, took in some scenary and visited an old castle.
Now we’re back home and, since I’d told her beforehand to book tomorrow off work, we’ll be going engagement ring shopping in Oxford.