On May 6th 1986 I got married to my wife in a little village called Wittem in the Netherlands, which was close to the German and Belgian borders.

We only invited our parents and didn't tell anybody else. I picked my parents up at Schipol and we travelled down to Wiitem. On the night, I told my parents that we were getting married the next day (LOL). Panick mode struck as they hadn't bought their best bib and tuckers.

We found a lovely castle with a moat around it and black swans swimming in the moat,close to Wittem which was a hotel with a top class restuarant and we had one of the most lovely dinners after our wedding. What is a shame, is that the moat does not seem to be there anymore and they no longer have the top class restaurant. It was taken over by new management.
http://www.kasteelwittem.nl/uk/index.html

What was funny, is that my wife's parents, didn't speak English and my parents didn't speak Dutch. However, that didn't stop the two dad's drinking too much and then talking the biggest load of cobblers on this earth to each other. They didn't understand a word each other was saying. :-)

That was a momentous date and we are still together. :-)