As many of you will know I was on holiday in Turkey during the end of April and the beginning of May. I can tell you, it was a welcome break. I haven’t been on holiday in about four years… ok, so Keith and I took a trip to Prague for a few days last September and while it was great to see the sights, it wasn’t a relaxing holiday and I was really quite unwell at the time. Two weeks in the sunshine was just what I needed, it’s what we both needed. The weather was perfect, the hotel we stayed in was lovely, the people were friendly and the scenery was just gorgeous. We seemed to alternate a day lazing by the hotel pool with a day at the beach or sightseeing. This holiday has left me feeling invigorated and ready for this coming wedding season, even my mum commented on how well we both look.
Anyone who knows me well will know how much I love the beach and all things aquatic. I swear I was a mermaid in a former life. On the last day of our holiday we took a walk down to the beach to buy a few gifts for people at home. We were planning to have dinner at a beach front restaurant in Oludeniz called Buzz Beach Bar that evening. We’d eaten there during our first week and were very impressed with the location, the food and the service. Definitely 10/10. Keith said we’d go back there on our last day. So on our last day (although a little early – 10 am to be precise), we made our way down to the seafront. On the way I noticed a salon with fish pedicure tanks outside the front of their shop. They had only just unpacked them and the owner of the salon called us over. We were to be their first ever fish pedicure customers. It was quite amusing sitting at the side of the road with our feet being nibbled by tiny fish – it’s something I’ve been meaning to try for a while and I’m glad I did. After an extra long fish pedicure, we carried on walking down to the seafront.
We went in a few gift shops and Keith even bought me a couple of handmade vases for our new home that we’ll be moving into soon. It was about 11.30am by this point. It was already baking hot and Keith suggested having a drink on the beach. There was a small hut selling drinks and ice-creams with brightly coloured beanbags on the sand for customers to sit on. Keith sat on a bean bag while I perched myself on a lower seat which was shaded by umbrellas. After a short while, Keith asked if my seat was comfortable… there were no chair legs, it was literally a seat on the sand with a back to it, and it was covered in what I would describe as a patterned tapestry type of material. The pattern looked a bit Eqyptian. I felt very relaxed sat on the beach looking out to sea. It was quiet with a few people dotted here and there but there was nobody within ear shot. Being my usual daft self I explained to Keith that I liked sitting on these seats as opposed to the bean bags because they reminded me of the seats we had when I lived in Egypt and was married to an Egyptian Pharaoh. Yes, this is an elaborate story I made up there and then. Keith asked if this was a past life of mine and wondered how many other wives this Pharaoh had. “Just me.” I said with a smile. I looked out to sea and heard Keith say he was going to come and sit next to me on my seat. “Kathryn…I’m no Pharaoh,” I heard him say, “but will you marry me?” As I turned back to face Keith he pulled a small box out of his pocket. He opened it and inside was a beautiful diamond ring. “Will you marry me?” He asked again. Of course, I said yes!
It turns out Keith had bought the ring back in February but knowing how much I love the beach, he decided to wait until we were on holiday before asking. He had kept the ring hidden away in the safety deposit box during our holiday… he seemed to take charge of the money on our holiday and I had no reason to want to go to the safety deposit box. It was actually quite nice letting a man take charge. Keith had planned to propose to me that evening at Buzz Beach Bar while we were having dinner but decided to take the ring with him to the beach in the morning just incase. With just the two of us sat on the beach and me talking about being married to an Egyptian Pharaoh (which I never have been by the way), Keith knew that was the perfect moment to propose and it couldn’t have been more perfect. We sat there for a while longer with huge grins on our faces while I stared at my ring as it glistened in the sun. We then strolled over to Buzz Beach Bar for a celebratory lunch instead of dinner
Since the proposal my head has been racing with ideas for our wedding. I feel like a child inside! Expect to see more regular blog posts here as I delve deeper into the world of weddings. It really is interesting seeing things from the bride’s perspective. Right… I have to take some paperwork to our solicitor now or we won’t be moving house when we’re supposed to be. It’s all very exciting!! Oh, and if you’re a client of mine, don’t worry, I’ll inform you of our new address just as soon as we have a moving in date. Happy Monday people
Just so you know… Keith really wasn’t up for posing for photos on holiday as he thought people were looking at him. Still, I managed to get a few shots cos really, he’d do anything for me