They met on Tinder. A Super Like, a first date at Flight Club, and then several weeks of bad timing before they could actually meet. Once they did, that was that.

London is woven through their relationship. Axe-throwing in Hackney. The Sky Garden. Long walks through Regent's Park. A trip to Australia that ended early because of Covid and brought them back to London more fond of it than before. The year Pride was cancelled, they recreated it in their garden.

The proposal happened on a beach in Jersey. Courtney asked. Harry cried and said yes.

We spent the morning in Battersea ahead of their ceremony at Wandsworth Town Hall. People stopped as we walked. Strangers congratulated them. There's something about two people in wedding clothes who are genuinely happy that the city responds to.

No nerves, no performance. Just two people doing exactly what they'd chosen to do.

They're getting married in Spain later this year. I already know it'll be a good day.