Ian Evans

For better, for worse: confessions of a rural wedding venue owner

What really goes on behind the smiles and the speeches

  • From Spectator Life

Employing a marksman to shoot pigeons inside our wedding barn on the morning of a ceremony was not something included in the venue-owner’s manual. For the animal-loving bride, blood-splattered dead birds were preferable to her guests being splattered later that day – an understandable moral sacrifice on her behalf. The birds had sneaked in via an open owl hole window in the roof, something we hadn’t spotted until the unwelcome visitors caused a flap.

It was one of the many challenges we faced owning and running a rural wedding venue, a high-pressure business where expectations are enormous and responsibilities seemingly endless. It’s 16 months since we sold up but the memories came flooding back when I read King Charles was reportedly Nimbying about a planned wedding venue near his Wiltshire home.

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