‘Which,’ Calum picked up the conversation, ‘Stressful as that’s been for darling Peyton, I think is probably for the best. Why they were having their wedding all the way over there anyway when there’s this sat on the doorstep I’ll never know. So,’ he said, moving off, ‘through here leads to the main reception area and…’ We trailed behind Calum on his tour, me pausing to take photos with my phone and note down all my thoughts, questions and ideas and Lorcan surreptitiously keeping an eye on me.

‘So, this is what we call our “Winter Garden” and is where we hold the weddings.’ Calum leaned in conspiratorially. ‘Basically it’s like a big old conservatory, but we’ve stuck with the original name as it sounds posher.’

‘I think you made the right decision.’ I grinned back, before looking around more. ‘It really is the most beautiful room.’

Three sides of the stone-walled room were almost entirely made up of windows, flooding the area with natural light and looking out onto the bucolic scenes beyond. Various grouped pots of towering, lush-leaved houseplants added softness and lent a slightly tropical feel, contrasting but somehow still working with the setting.

‘We could wind fairy lights through all these plants. Would that be OK?’

‘Anything you want. It’ll look fab.’

‘Great.’ I made a note to order more lights. Calum led me up the aisle to where a carved table painted in the softest white stood to one side at the front, a thick, pale rug of the same hue underneath it.

‘This is where we have the couple sign the register, and pose for photos,’ Calum explained. ‘And obviously the bride will come in from the back, and up this aisle.’ His hands made the motions and I half expected him to start telling me where the exits were and how to put my life jacket on. Suddenly he looked over and giggled. ‘I used to be cabin crew. I need to work on my presentation here more!’

I joined him in the giggles. ‘That explains things, but it’s fine. Always good to know where the exits are anyway. And could I have the chicken?’

Calum burst into another fit of giggles and linked his arm through mine, looking over to Lorcan, who had taken a seat on one of the chairs from the rows that faced the front. ‘We have to keep her. She’s adorable.’

Lorcan gave a small tilt of his head. ‘She is that,’ he replied as his eyes met mine. Calum squeezed my arm, gave another chuckle and bustled us down the aisle, as fast as I was able, to take in the view from the back.

‘We’ve more chairs if we need them, although I understand the ceremony is smaller than the reception and obviously you already saw the ballroom can hold more than enough for that.’