Aibhilin grew up in village called Moyvane, in Co. Kerry. The kingdom of Ireland. The most stunning of landscapes. In her own words it’s small – with a shop, butcher, chipper, post office and four pubs. Marc is a little more exotic with a Maltese father and a Scottish mother. They both met, initially with conflicting opinions of each other (!) somewhere on route between the Claddagh and the Quays in North London – a rite of passage for every late night thirsty Irish reveller. Fast forward a few years and a proposal on the Cliffs of Moher – almost upstaged by another genuflecting amorous American – and here we were in Speedy’s throwing shapes and throwing darts and drinking pints. A quick call into St Johns Church in Tralee provided the perfect portrait opportunity in the company of two life sized marble Angels. Then it was off to Dotts Bar in the Rose Hotel for some Sopranos style posturing and just enough time for the double act of Best men to warm up and rampage their way through the speeches. The rest of the night needs no explanation ..dance floor…cocktails ..Bulletproof!

….And then the next day this happened!