Yes, we got married in the 1950s (just, by three months). The first dinner we sat down to eat together was on an old steam train; but of course they weren't old in those days, and all trains were steam.
In the dining compartment it was all a bit daunting to a young shipwright and his new wife...
... for here there was more cutlery at each
place-setting than we had in total at home.
There was a lady sharing our table and we decided to follow her lead ... as she looked a bit posh.
The first course was soup.
She picked up a spoon, and so did we.
She took a spoonful of soup, and so did we.
She slurped the soup noisily, and so did we ... at which point we both burst out laughing! The die-was-cast: we've done things our way ever since.
Tomorrow, I have reserved lunch for two on an old steam train on the now restored Gwili Railway (railroad) about an hour from here.
On our Anniversary, on Monday, we are off to the Southampton Boat Show for two days ... should be great fun