Anna had lived in London for all of two short weeks when a guy caught her eye at Friday drinks. She spilled a beer on him (accidentally!) and the rest is history!

…was a Sunday stroll in Greenwich Park (London). As the Autumn sun descended, a typically cheesy Joe began pointing up at the colours in the trees - his way of initiating a ‘natural’ first kiss... Later, Anna, too shy to mention she hadn’t eaten all day, went home very hungry but very excited about Joe!

When Joe planned a romantic getaway to the French countryside, Anna cottoned on to his intentions. Joe, determined to surprise her, repeatedly expressed concerns that Anna had the wrong idea about the trip. Joe was so convincing that Anna was blown away when he took her on a morning stroll around their Manoir’s beautiful grounds and got down on one knee.