2022
We met in the rain
The Queenscliff ferry was cancelled and the café had one table left. Charlotte was reading; James asked the name of the book and never quite gave the seat back. We talked until the next sailing, then missed that one too.
Six years, two cities, one very persistent golden retriever, and a great deal of luck. Here is the short version — ask us for the long one in January.
2023
A home, and a dog
We took a small weatherboard near the bay, painted the hallway three wrong colours, and adopted Biscuit — who has opinions about the seating plan and will be staying home on the day.
“I knew on the ferry. It just took him a year to catch up.”
— Charlotte
2027
A question at golden hour
On a still evening at Point Lonsdale, with the lighthouse turning and Biscuit covered in sand, James finally caught up. She said yes before he finished the sentence.