Having only seen six photos of her, Will knew Nikki was the one. Had she not gone camping in the Caucasus mountains, and snapped a photo of her little trotters sticking out of her tent, Will would never have deployed his most successful pick-up line on her.

‘Fuck yeah’.

Three years, one pandemic, many camping trips, and eighty-six bedtime listens to Wind in the Willows later, Will proposed to Nikki on top of a mountain.

If memory serves, her answer was ‘Fuck yeah’.