It happened in a tree house.
It was the tail end of our brilliant holiday, we were in the south of France and it was my birthday. My boyfriend of four years, Bingo (real name Scott), was adamant that I needed to be somewhere nice for my birthday - something I, of course, gladly went along with. He had asked me where I would like to stay and I had said: in a tree house.
So there we were. We were sitting on the balcony overlooking the river, enjoying a nice bottle of rosé with a selection of cheeses. This was my absolute happy place. Bingo was acting a bit strangely and seemed quite nervous. I asked him if he was OK. He said he was fine. Then the next thing I know, he’d kicked his chair out of the way, dropped down on one knee and popped the question.
In total shock and surprise, I said YES.
There was no ring - he said we could choose a design together, and get my good friend Polly Wales to make it.
I’m a bit of a tomboy and have never thought about what my wedding day would be like, or how I would prep for it. So follow me as I find out - and let's see if I can get away with our dog, Willow, being the ring bearer.
