Her wedding night didn't exactly get off to a swinging start here, but four decades later Fiona Duncan finds there is much to love.

I've been here before - just once, for one night, nearly 41 years ago.

It had been a trying day. I remember my little cousin asking why I was dressed in a nightie as I descended the stairs and was handed my bouquet. She was a blunt kid. "I can see that you'd like to get married," she had pronounced earlier, "but why him?"

I remember the vintage car that belonged to my lovely friend Ricky

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