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Chinelo and Paul met in April 2012 at the Savoy Hotel, in the American Bar. We survived one exorbitant drink each and went for a wander along the Thames, via the Southbank Centre and the remnants of the Udderbelly Festival. We were lost in conversation, chatting away as we walked, and before we knew it, we had gone way beyond the skis of Vauxhall tube and were at the Battersea power station. At that point, Paul was in danger of missing the last train back to Cambridge and they parted company.
The Vauxhall skis
Many visits later, many experiments with vegetarian cooking, many shared photo shoots, a few weekend trips and many, many journeys on the First Capital Connect service from Cambridge to King’s Cross and the Number 63 bus, Chinelo and Paul were steadily falling well and truly in love.
The, one September evening after church, Paul took Chinelo up Castle Hill in Cambridge and in the dying embers of the dusk said, "I feel like when I'm with you I'm at home."
"Me too," Chinelo replied.
Paul bent down and fished something out of his pocket. "In that case," he continued, "would you mind holding on to this for me for a while?"
Chinelo turned around and Paul was holding out a diamond ring.
Fortunately for Paul, Chinelo said yes.
Sunset from Castle Hill
Later that year, Paul got to meet Chinelo’s family in the deep, deep cold of a Minnesota Christmas.
Half man, half snow plough
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