Mrs Waldron, I presume?

Our two week visit to Paphos in Cyprus was mainly for the fact that my ickle sister was tying the knot with her fiancé (now brother-in-law) Martin. Obviously, we tacked on a holiday around it – it would be a shame not to, eh?

The wedding itself was gorgeous, in a small stone church, surrounded by ruins; followed by photographs back at Katy’s hotel then a long into-the-night traditional Cypriot reception meal. With lots of drinking.

The sun was out, the sky cloud-free and everything went smoothly. And, of course, Katy looked gorgeous in her dress!*

*(and that’s probably the only time you will hear me say something nice about her!)