We were fortunate to be able to visit the location several months before (in the winter) and when we arrived in September (late summer) we were just blown away. As the guests arrived, driving the last 15 minutes of the journey up a private winding road, the moment of the occasion dawns upon them, the speechlessness begins, the sense of wonder at where we’d dragged them out to; then they emerge near the peak of a private mountain, with a view that stretches just out to the sea. Yet it’s hard to know where to look, with all the trees, and the house itself - an old working house done up so tastefully yet with just enough of the old house kept in tact. Honestly, chef’s kiss.

We were lucky enough to visit a few months earlier (in winter) and when we arrived in September (at the end of summer), we were completely blown away. As the guests arrived, after driving the last fifteen minutes along a winding private road, they began to realize the magnitude of the moment, they were speechless and amazed at the place we had taken them to. And then they appeared almost at the top of a private mountain, with views stretching all the way to the sea. Even so, it is difficult to know where to look, with all those trees and the farmhouse itself, an old workhouse tastefully renovated, but preserving the essence of the past. Honestly, a real marvel.

Top tip: on arrival we did a games day, splitting our guests into several teams and organising rounds of competitive play across the minigolf, basketball and petanca areas, encouraging our various parties of guests to get to know one another before the big day.
It was f***ing perfect. Book.