(July 2007 - 16 November 2023) (his death) (1 child) son Wade Stormont-Darling in August 2011 In 2002 she went on a first date with her future husband, Lorne Stormonth-Darling, a dealer in Tibetan antiques. She says she was blown away by his opening gambit: 'Would you like a pickled cockle?' She had been friends with Lorne, the son of a retired City broker and 16 years her senior, since 1999 when she was at Oxford and he was a friend of her flatmate's parents. He was, she says with apparent sincerity, hanging around "to try to find a younger girlfriend" and even hit on her friend before he settled for her. She claims he asked her to marry him every day after their first date. On holiday in the Himalayas in 2005, they held an impromptu Buddhist wedding ceremony in an apple orchard 8,000ft above sea level. "We did it just for us," says Honeysuckle. "But all the locals were watching and at our wedding feast I had to eat an enormous raw ram's head with just the skin taken off ? and I'm a vegetarian. "Afterwards the women sat round me rubbing their tummies, smiling and saying, 'You make baby now.' They expected us to roll around in the hay in front of them." On their return ? and under pressure from both sets of parents to tie the knot properly ? Lorne offered Honeysuckle what she smilingly describes as a "revolting garnet knuckle-duster ring", which he had designed himself. They married in Barlavington, West Sussex, last July, and she wore a medieval-style silk gown that she had bought for £280 from an antiques shop in Hastings. "When I threw the bouquet it landed in a tree and I swore right outside the church in front of the vicar," she recalls. "Everyone looked rather shocked, then laughed to cover up their embarrassment. Somebody fished it out of the branches and I had to throw it again." The newlyweds left their celebrations by hot-air balloon on the first leg of a journey to honeymoon in Zanzibar, with Honeysuckle kitted out in white corduroy pantaloons and leather flying jacket. But just three miles out, the weather took a sudden turn for the worse and the balloon crash-landed, narrowly avoiding a lake.