The proposal

Antonis had one shot at this and no way to rehearse it. The plan was a picnic at Chantara Waterfall, an hour up into the Troodos mountains — and Christina was not to know that anyone else would be there.

We arrived first and set up as tourists. Cameras out, pointing at the waterfall, doing exactly what everyone does at Chantara: photographing eight metres of water falling onto black rock. Nobody looks twice at people photographing a waterfall. That was the whole disguise, and it held.

What was actually running were hidden cameras covering the approach and the clearing, and microphones placed where we knew they would end up standing. Chantara is loud — the name itself comes from antara, the old Troodos word for the noise of running water — so the audio was the part that kept us up the night before. A proposal you can see but not hear is only half a film.

Then they arrived, and the picnic came out, and we kept filming from behind our tourist cameras. [What Christina was doing in the moments before — looking at the water, taking a photo, talking about something completely unrelated.]

He asked. She said yes. And then we stepped out from behind the cameras, which is the part of the day we enjoy most — the second face they make, when they realise the whole thing was filmed and they will be able to watch it back for the rest of their lives.