Funniest thing that happened?
The whole iberico ham we had ordered for the drinks reception got delivered on the day to the wrong part of Cornwall. It was then being driven over to the fort by courier on a motorbike for the drinks reception, but no one knew if it would arrive in time. Eventually it made it to the party, the most anticipated guest, fashionably late. We were only told about this the next day, as our dutiful ushers handled the “crisis” wonderfully.
What traditions did you include?
We stayed in separate rooms the night before and managed not to run into each other in the fort on the day (despite a near miss).
My father walked me down the aisle and gave me away which is a lovely tradition.