Most of the wedding day preparation and just-waiting-for-the-ceremony took place in this beautiful converted barn. Very converted. But it still had a pleasing, this used-to-be-a-barn feel.

The first time we saw the barn, a year ago in the middle of the winter, there was a headless mannequin standing in the middle of the room wearing an authentic old wedding dress. "Oh, I'll move that," the woman who owns the farm said. I know it was just to showcase part of their antiques collection, but it made me feel like the place was haunted by a headless Miss Havisham ghost, wandering the empty once-was-a-barn during the parts of the week it wasn't being used by brides-to-be.