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I am the shivering little bridesmaid (left) at the wedding of my uncle Charles Weston and his bride Vera in December 1946. The dresses were apparently a dusky pink colour and my mother used to relate what a difficult time she had hunting for matching shoes in post- war austerity Britain.
For my uncle (right) it was a happy day, as only a year earlier he had returned from time as a Japanese prisoner of war, labouring on the infamous Bridge over the River Kwai.
My mother is the elegant woman standing behind me, with my father on her right.