The delay in Fort Victoria meant that he was a bit behind schedule, so he pushed on as fast as he could, so as to reach Cape Town on the day he�d promised me to arrive. In Kimberley he was still behind so left very early on his last day. He was just managing to achieve that 500-plus mile last lap when he phoned me at about 8 p.m. to say he was in Paarl so I could expect him in about an hour. Time went on, while I waited anxiously - and at last at about 11 o�clock he eventually arrived. He�d picked up a hobo who assured him that he knew Kloof Road, and Pat had dropped him on reaching it. Then Pat drove up and down and up and down searching for recognisable land-marks, including the Aytoun wall, but everything was unfamiliar, and it took him time to realise that he was in Kloof Street.

I had the opportunity of happily introducing Pat to some of our friends. We spent a rowdy evening at the Wilsons� Rondebosch home, playing Hustle Patience and other games. I was amused one day when Pat and Mother had an argument about the tune for one of the hymns planned for the service. Mother played her version from the hymn book, then Pat took over and played his by ear - he had never had piano lessons but enjoyed playing by ear - and there they were, amicable pushing one another along the slippery piano stool, each trying to get in position to get their own tune across. I haven�t the remotest idea who won, or even what hymns we had, but the episode showed how well Pat and Mother got on.

Pat went to stay with the Groveses the night before our wedding. Our plans were well made, and on that Saturday morning I found myself with nothing special to do. I was sitting knitting, chatting to Mother, when Pat�s face suddenly appeared in the high glass of the morning room door - he had also found he had nothing to do, so had come down contrary to instructions to spend a little time with us.

That afternoon Jo drove Dad and me to Gardens, and Dr Wark conducted the marriage service and Dad gave me away. Russell was Pat�s best man, and I was attended by Shena, Elisabeth and Mary. Auntie - who had been Mother�s bridesmaid 35 years earlier - was there and was a signatory to the register. Various friends acted as ushers, which really were necessary for strangers in Gardens church with its lack of a central aisle. The Cape Times photographer, Arthur English, had been asked to take pictures only on our arrival at Aytoun, because none of us wanted a long hold-up. I was therefore completely taken aback, as Pat and I were about to get Into the car to leave the church, when Mr English said: �Turn round, please, Miss Wells� and got a quick photo. It was only later that I realised he should have called me Mrs Sinclair!