DW and I went on holiday when we finished university. We scrimped and saved and spent a week on Heron Island. We got up early one morning to watch the sea turtles come up onto the beach and lay their eggs, which they only do for a few weeks a year. I had the ring and knew I was going to propose while we were there, but hadn't been able to think of anything special to do, so decided the situation was right, got down on one knee and proposed.

Then, we had such a long engagement that we decided to do it again. We had got DW a new engagement ring because we had been working for a few years and had a chance to save up, so we went out to a cabin in the blue mountains, had dinner by a log fire, and I proposed again. We left a rubbing of the engagement ring in the guest book.