Today, Saturday, the eighth of March, 2025 marks fifty years since Tiki and I first met on a ferry in Milford Sound, New Zealand.
Should you wish to relive that day with us, my post of that day is titled, ‘The Most Fortuitous Day Of My Life!’.
Some years later Tiki’s mum confessed to her that her adopted brother, on the day of our wedding, had told her that he believed that our marriage would last for no longer than two years. Ironically, it was his very own first marriage that was to end within two to three years of his spiteful prophecy.