70 years ago today my parents were married in London.
Mum wore gold satin (I have the plaited band from her head-dress); Dad's wedding suit was in his wardrobe for many years.
It's strange to think of them as young, indeed younger than my own children are now, and their parents then were younger than I am now.
No internet, no mobile phones, no television, no digital cameras, or even colour photographs then. Dad didn't have a car until later, though he and Mum already had a tandem. No grandparent ever drove a car, as far as I know.
That time is now history. And of course one day my grandchildren will look back on today as quaint, if not actually olden times.