On the second Sunday of August we’ll say our vows in the walled garden at Hartfield House — and then we’ll dance until they send us home. Everything you need to know is on this page.
We met at a friend’s birthday in Lisbon, argued about the playlist, and have been finishing each other’s sentences ever since. Last spring, on the coast path at Cascais, Jonas asked — and Clara said yes before he’d finished the question.
— C & J
A Georgian manor wrapped in wisteria, an hour west of London. The ceremony is in the walled garden, dinner in the orangery, and the dancing happens in the barn.
Suits without ties, dresses that move, colours that belong outdoors. It’s grass and gravel underfoot, so leave the stilettos at home — and evenings get cool, so bring a layer.
Croquet, shade, and a string quartet on the lawn. We’ll slip away for photographs — the canapés will find you.
One song. Then you’re all invited. If it goes badly, we’ve asked the band to simply play louder.
Taxis are booked — add your name at the welcome table by dinner. Staying nearby? It’s a short, well-lit walk to Barrow Farm.
If it isn’t answered here, write to us — we reply fast.
Please reply by June 1, 2027 — one form per guest, and tell us everything we should know.
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