If you were at all wondering how my trip back to the UK to see the man for whom I’d carried an unrequited torch was going, I should think this picture says it all.
We were high up inside the 13th century tower of Salisbury cathedral, having spent a couple of days dashing from Bristol to London to Wiltshire to see family on both sides.
My Viking Sousaphonist’s mother, elder brothers, their wives and children could not have been warmer or more welcoming. They were genuinely delighted to see him so happy and said some wonderfully kind things.
So, as is to be expected, our story has a long tail and once or twice it has twitched and thrashed a little uncomfortably, but we are employing patience, honesty and the affection that is considerate of another’s feelings… And it is turning out better than I could have hoped and becoming something stronger than I think either of us ever dared to dream was possible.