35 years ago, my parents married on a special licence before my dad deployed to the 1991 Gulf War. No long engagement, no slow countdown - just a brave, certain “yes” in a moment where tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed.

On January 17th 2026, we found ourselves in Glencoe to mark it. It was cold, the kind that bites through every layer. My mum wore the same dress from their vow renewal at Edinburgh Castle 20 years ago, beautifully kept and now carrying even more of their story.

We wandered quiet paths, eventually meeting a few curious swans at Loch Etive who happily watched my parents dancing and messing about lochside. A couple of campers even offered us a coffee… if they’d had one to give. It’s always these small, unexpected moments that make a day - the ones you can’t plan and exactly why I love documenting couples this way. Not just the big moments, but the in-between bits where everything feels real.

There’s something about watching two people who’ve spent decades choosing each other. The quiet rhythm of it - matching pace, reaching for a hand, finishing each other’s humour, and sitting in a silence that doesn’t need to be filled.