Most venues hand you a running order. Ash Barton Estate hands you the keys. A rambling old estate in the North Devon countryside, yours for three or four days, with no package, no curfew and no polite nudge towards the door at midnight. Marry in the old stone chapel, in the courtyard on hay bales, in the secret garden, or under the oak tree by the lake. Your people arrive, unpack and stay, so the day itself just becomes the loudest part of a long weekend, which, from where we're standing, is when the good stuff happens.