Our story

It was raining on the 14 bus and Clara had no umbrella. Tom, who never carries one either, had borrowed his sister’s, a bright yellow thing with ducks on it. He offered to share. They got off two stops early, mostly to keep talking.

A first proper date turned into a twelve-mile walk and a pub lunch in the village of Ambersley. Neither of them wanted to be the one to say it was time to go home. They have been back to the same table every year since.

A tiny flat above a bakery, a very large juniper bush Clara rescued from a skip, and a very small kitchen. Tom learned to bake bread; Clara learned that the bush would not die however badly she treated it.

A borrowed camper van, a tin of sardines for every meal, and the discovery that Tom reads maps beautifully and upside down. Somewhere on a cliff road, Clara decided she was never going to want to travel without him.

Tom walked Clara to the barn, which she had always said was her favourite building in the whole county, and asked her on the lawn where the ceremony will be. She said yes before he had finished the sentence.

We would like to celebrate with the people who made us who we are. Whether you come for the whole weekend or send a message from afar, thank you for being part of our story.