The advantage of being a child bride is that a twenty-fifth wedding anniversary whirls around before a blink, a wink or indeed a wrinkle. I am lying about one of those things.
So here I am on the cusp of a milestone and am off with Mr Carmichael, my man, husband, my rock (one of those may be a slight exaggeration) to the U S of A for a whistle stop revisit of some of our favourite places. Places worthy of our presence for this silver coated anniversary.
We are crossing the pond and heading straight here:
Well you kinda’ have to, don’t you?
Then we’re braving a tiny prop plane to here:
That was taken on my last visit.
And in the hope that I will be so chilled at this juncture I am allowing Mr C to drive me here:
before we board Branson’s virgin back to Blighty.
Once I’ve found a big enough suitcase I really can start looking forward to all this excess.