The day I became Mrs T-J

Fifteen years ago today, 8th June 1996 I said goodbye to Miss Deborah Ann Cottam and became Mrs Gareth Tamblyn-Jones.

It was a scorching day in flaming June and I was just 26, Gareth was 32. Our Guests drank vats and vats of Champagne to the shock of the wedding co-ordinator.

 I drank tea! Well, yes, that has certainly changed but I still love tea.

It was a very traditional service, however we learnt our vows and made them to eachother without any prompting from the vicar, just more heartfelt and special somehow.

The Service: St Mary's Church, Hay on Wye

Arrival of the Bride: Wagner' Bridal March from Lohengrin

(No doubt the height of naff now, but I always dreamed of walking up the aisle to this as a little girl)

Hymns : Praise my Soul the King of Heaven

Lord of all Hopefulness, Lord of all Joy

Jerusalem (our fave!)

Guide me O thou great Redeemer

(in memory of Gareth's Grandad, who he adored and died shortly before we wed)

Exit of the Bride & Groom: Wedding March from a Midsummer Night's Dream

Reception: The Swan at Hay Hotel

Our path has not been a smooth one by any means over the years and we have endured and  survived the ultimate test but if you asked me now what the secret to our survival is?
I would say laughter, you have to keep your sense of humour always, be gentle and kind with eachother's feelings and never stop seeking out the fun in all you do. Most of all be friends, great friends, that laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh a bit more.