The invitation
Nine summers, one long garden walk, and now this.
We met on a Tuesday, in a queue for bad coffee, and we have been arguing happily about the best route home ever since. Thornfield was the place we kept coming back to — a glasshouse full of light with one enormous arch at the end of it, which felt like the right shape to stand under.
There is no seating chart drama and no long programme. Come early, stay late, and expect a slightly chaotic first dance.
— Elise & Rowan