Rhiannon and Andrew met at work, but this was not your classic convo around the water cooler situation.
Nope, they met at the top of Mitchell Falls in a remote part of the Western Kimberleys when a handsome pilot (that’s Andy) landed a helicopter to pick up a family and their vivacious guide (that’s Rhi).
By some twist of fate (or so Rhi thought) for the next few months, whenever Rhi was out guiding, Andy would be her designated pilot.
They would chat, share Andy’s home cooked baked goods and listen to music together – crushing harder a little more each day.
What Rhi didn’t know was that at night, Andy would wait for camp to go to bed, then look at the next day’s flight roster so he could move things around and always be her pilot (and if he couldn’t fly her himself, he’d put her on the best flight of the day).
It’s no surprise that they would end up together.
Their wedding day was a blissfully sunny gathering of their favourite people – and it was obvious what a loving tribe they've created, with guests flying from all over the world and everyone having a hand in the celebrations.
Someone was dressing the dogs whilst someone ran for wood glue whilst someone else got the cake ready whilst someone else set up the tables.
It was a beautifully relaxed celebration of love, friendship and what happens when you dare you make your own fate.