One frosty, sunny Saturday on Primrose Hill

Our alarms went off at 7am. I woke up excited for a day at London Zoo and went straight in the shower. I popped on a new T-Shirt I’d bought in Zara’s New Year sales and some blue jeans. He reminded me I’d need layers and so I chucked a turtle neck jumper on over the top and grabbed my hat, scarf and coat.

When we headed out the front door to get the bus, the road was peaceful and quiet. I remember how beautiful it was, because I stopped to take a video of the mist and frost.

We were at the train station early in the end and so we both grabbed hot drinks for the journey. We nattered away all the way into London, changed onto the Northern Line at Kings Cross and then arrived at Chalk Farm station just as all of the dog walkers were starting their day. We’d planned to walk to the zoo via Primrose Hill.

The walk from Chalk Farm ’round to Primrose Hill was lovely. Along with lots of adorable, happy dogs, we passed so many cute bakeries I lost count and lots of independent, boutique shops with pretty windows.

When we got to Primrose Hill, I was surprised to find out just how much of a hill there was to climb. He laughed at me for failing to anticipate the climb, considering the name of the place.

We made it to the top to find lots of other early birds with cameras and coats and beyond them, a misty view of the London skyline. The longer we looked, the more London landmarks I spotted and the more excited I got, but eager to see what it was like when the mist cleared, I suggested we wander around a while longer in the hope of circling back to blue skies.

A little way down the hill into the park, he stopped me on the pretence that the view was already clearing. I turned back to look at the view, considered whether it was actually any clearer, went to grab a tissue to blow my nose and then he said my name.

That’s when I knew. I could hear it in his voice. I turned around and there he was on one knee. He asked me to marry him and after squeals and cries and an unfortunate, shocked ‘NOOOO’, I got the word ‘yes’ out. I hugged him harder than I think I ever have, a lovely lady called Caroline stopped and offered to take our photo and before long we were sat on a bench calling and messaging family and friends to let them know.

It was the happiest, frosty, sunny morning on Primrose Hill and for us, it’ll always be special. I still can’t look at the photo without crying. And I am so excited for the rest of our lives together. This post’s a big one! We’re engaged!