If someone had told me ten years ago that now I’d be living my dream – based in Cornwall, with our “Good Life” plot and most importantly with David, I’d have laughed in their face. I never for one moment thought in those days that I’d ever be in a happy place and however hard it sometimes is to remember that, it’s certainly true to say that we’re there – in our happy place.

So, when I realised that Truro’s “City of Lights” festival was today, the seventh anniversary of our getting together AND a day when I just happen to be in the start of a week’s holiday, then I just knew we had to go.

We got a taxi to the station, went to Truro by train, watched the parade and then went for a meal and a few drinks before coming home.

However, I’d checked out the weather at the weekend and it looked good……but when we set off it was filthy – heavy rain and we were in fog…….not the best for an outdoor event with the main attractions made of paper!!!

DM was mutinous. He glared and glowered all the way there on the train. At one point I said to him “I know you’re thinking I hate you – why did you do this to me?” and his response was “How did you know?”

Anyway after we got into Truro, down a rain-sodden street, we went for a cup of hot coffee, got our bearings, found a curry house and booked a table then quaffed a quick root beer (if you believe it was a ROOT beer then you’re dafter than a daft thing) and got into our positions, when it duly stopped raining.

I was chatting to our neighbour as though she was a long-lost friend and the atmosphere was building to a crescendo of excitement when the sound of drumming drew near. This is it, it’s all about to happen. Around the corner came the start of the parade – dancing girls, drums and then the huge lanterns, interspersed with more drums, other musical instruments and dancing and more and more lanterns.

I’m not sure if this gives a true perspective of the size of this but take it from me, it’s certainly more than double the size of a tall human.

WOW.

I can honestly say I was enthralled by the whole thing. It was worth every glare from DM (who, incidentally, by this time was having a ball too) and every drop of rain that made its way down inside my waterproof coat and onto my bod. It was wonderful, magical and very, very special.

So, the shot that made the cut is the maid who reaches for the moon and then, just once in a while, a little sliver of it falls onto the palm of her hand – that’s about how I feel tonight.

In fact, if you throw in the Ruby then it was the nicest way to spend the seventh anniversary of our first date that I can think of. Fab-u-larse!

Last year,. I was celebrating with the Tricolore!