Maawedge

There we were, a gaggle of mostly young eligible women, and the nice man wanted us to come get married. Could it be just the place?
We've decided to book the decadent Bickleigh Castle for our ceremonies and B&B. Really all we'd ever wanted was a place that felt like Medieval Times, but more real, and with a pink baseboard and a bar that's something out of Camelot. It is just the place. The bridal brochure is really what sold us, with its depictions of horrid wedding revelry. Surely it was not the bizarre profit-hungry dragon woman who was booking the KEEP (not castle) and Anglo-Saxon chapel from the 7th century (above).
It is truly one of the oddest and saddest things to see a building so exploited.
So we're all getting married. It's true. We chose the chapel for intimacy's sake. You're all invited.

Then we'll retire to a huge party over at Buckland Abbey in the barn and garden (right).