We were married in 1990 at 2:30 at Copdock church near the village of Washbrook. It was the last day of summer and a bit on the cold side. In fact Tracy caught a chill because the photographer was such a perfectionist! This resulted in us missing our honeymoon in Paris, so instead of walking along the Seine, we stayed in sleepy old Washbrook for a week!
A few days after the wedding we were walking along the confines of the church and along the cemetery, when I stumbled on the edge of a grave. I looked at the headstone and the person had died on 13 Jan. 1963. The day of my birth! A truly spooky moment.