Our story
Eleven years, one very long walk home
We met in a queue for a bad festival in 2015 and spent the whole weekend arguing about whether the band had been worth it. Amara still says no. Rui has never conceded.
There were eleven years in between, three cities, one very patient dog, and a proposal on a beach in February that neither of us had dressed for.
Clare is where we ended up, and where the people we love have always somehow ended up too. So it is where we will do this.







