Wey hey!! We have just returned from a triumphant time of holiday and family reunion in Gran Canaria, and the real miracle is I have kept well! We went there because my younger brother Andy wanted to marry his fiancee Gill and they had decided to wed in the beautiful resort of Puerto de Mogan - where Andy proposed to Gill just weeks before. So, we set off with a little trepidation because of my record - we have not flown anywhere except to travel to London for hospital admissions and appointments for nearly three years now - but our concerns were groundless. The pain control gizmo I had implanted last February worked a treat and we all had a great time.
On the day of the wedding itself it was really hot, around 30 degrees C, so the service was planned for 6pm. I officiated at the wedding itself - and at the end my shirt looked like I had just been in the pool, as I was soaked in perspiration. The best man was in a similar state, but the groom looked quite calm, and the bride was serenity itself! It was also a real joy to have our son Matthew with us in such an exotic location.
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| Waiting outside the chapel for the bride |
The bride looked lovely in her Canarian made ivory gown and was given away in marriage by her son Martin who is a soldier in the British Army and was dressed in full uniform. Gill, like Andy, was widowed a couple of years ago and it was such a joy to see the two of them being joined together in matrimony.
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| The Bride and her fine son |
So, we thank God that as with our tremendous Easter trip to Cardiff, this journey to the Canary Islands has become a confidence builder in my recovery. We have a real anticipation in our hearts about the adventures that God has planned for us in this next season of our lives - watch this space! Thank you for your interest and prayers, and for the patience and faithfulness of my dear wife Diane who has longed for this day. To God be the glory!
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| Diane and I outside the Chapel |
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| Bride and Groom cut the cake (with a sword!) |
