Wedding Day

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Summer

Our Wedding

You, our nearest and dearest, have been there for part or all of our story so far, but for those who fancy a refresher and who can stomach the mushiness, here you go. Our romance began with a mutual crush while boogying the night away at the iconic Wednesday sports nights in Walkabout when we were freshers at King’s College London. It wasn’t until third year when we finally got together and Myles popped the question while walking along the canal in Camden as we nursed a hangover “will you be my girlfriend?”. A very easy and ecstatic “yes” followed, and the headaches disappeared. A Camden gal and Brixton boy spent the next year making good use of the Victoria Line and partying it up in the big smoke. Our degrees then meant our relationship became long distance for a few years, flitting between Leicestershire, London, Chichester and Margate and cramming as much fun into weekends as possible. Going our separate ways on Sunday nights already counting down the days to the next weekend. &nbsp;Finally, in 2019 we moved into the world’s smallest flat in Bristol. What a treat to be in the same city again and in such close quarters. We could practically hold hands while one was on the toilet and the other on the sofa. True romance. Then Miss Rona hit providing the ultimate test. Myles on the front line and Eve WFH. Luckily, the lockdowns confirmed that we bloody love each other’s company, and we managed to fill our lives with fun and boogying as best we could, bringing the party to us in our tiny flat. Fast forward to present day, and we’re in our very own home in Exeter. New city, new jobs and a bit more space for hosting friends and upping our kitchen disco game. But now, for the reason you’re all here. In July 2021, Miss Rona worked her magic again and cancelled a festival we’d been buzzing about. Myles promised “don’t worry babes, I’ll make sure we have a great weekend”. “Yeah yeah”, Eve muttered, bottom lip wobbling as images of bopping in a muddy field smothered in glitter began to fade. The would-be-festi-weekend arrived and we went to stay at Myles’s parents near Cheltenham, as we often did for a bit of R and R. As the rain poured on the Saturday morning, Myles had to promise Eve a big bowl of chips at the golf club to get her up the hill for a muddy walk. We got to the top of Nottingham Hill, the rain cleared and we stopped to take in the stunning view of the Cotswolds which we’d done so many times before. Only this time, Myles got down on one knee and popped THE question which resulted in the second easy and even more ecstatic “YES!!! Aah! Oh my god. YES!” followed a while later with “are we still going to get chips?”. Myles had pulled out all the stops and a champagne picnic had been tucked away under a blanket and luckily the cows hadn’t tucked in already. It really was the happiest day. And so, after everything we’ve all been through, here is our promise to you all... ‘Don’t worry babes! We’ll make sure you have a GREAT weekend’ in June 2023, when we all come together for a bop, smothered in glitter, in a field in the Cotswolds (with a wedding thrown in for good measure) at… POTTERFEST!

Eve & Myles

Eve & Myles

Q + A

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