All colour, confetti and disco balls at Barton Manor.

Barton Manor is all old stone and water gardens. Lily and Ash turned it up to full colour. A vintage cream bus, "Wedding Party" across the back, rolled them in on its open top; the day spilled across the rose-clad walled gardens. Lily in a slender embroidered gown, Ash in powder blue; bridesmaids under white parasols in mismatched pastels, groomsmen in sunglasses and grins. Confetti went up in a riot, and so did the groom, launched skyward by his ushers.

Inside the brick-and-beam barn, the dial swung to the dancefloor. Disco balls spun from the rafters among dyed-teal palm fronds, pampas and pink blooms, an arch of fairy lights blazing over the top table. Blush pressed-glass tumblers, pink napkins, centrepieces erupting from mirror-ball bowls and gold compotes: pink anthurium, dahlias, coral gerbera, blue delphinium, bleached palm spears, golden fern. Retro rainbow table numbers in hot-pink bubble type matched the table plan, and a newspaper programme, The Daily Vow, ran the only headline that mattered.

After dark the band took the barn, Lily and Ash on one microphone, the floor a sea of waving pink napkins. By the door, above baskets of dancing shoes, the sign said it all: don't just stand there, bust a move.