We were both in the Army, serving in London, and he was blind date I was set up with after I’d just escaped from another potentially disastrous relationship. He turned up in a Harris Tweed jacket and cavalry twill trousers that seemed to be the only civilian clothing he possessed. I learned to love them - and him! We coasted along until suddenly he was being posted to one end of the world and I was being posted to the other, and rather than never see each other again, we got married. We hadn’t known each other that long and thought we’d have more time to get to know each other before we even thought about that. He was steady, kind and as utterly devoted to me as I was to him, for 56 years, when he died. I was one lucky lady to have known him.