If it rains
No wedding here gets rained out.
The Pavilion is fully all-weather, so if the sky insists your ceremony moves inside the glass, and the view comes with it.
The plan exists before you need it.
Every couple asks about the weather, and most venues answer with a shrug and a marquee. Ours is a room that was built for it: floor-to-ceiling glass along the whole northern wall, the escarpment behind it, and a ceremony that moves inside without anybody rebuilding the day.
This is what actually happens, in the order it happens, so you can read it once now rather than wonder about it later.
The same room, twice.
The Pavilion set for a ceremony, and set for dinner. Tap between them. This is drawn at a full house of 120; once you are booked, your own portal draws it from your guest list and your own layout.
9 rows of fourteen, 126 seats, either side of a centre aisle. The dining tables wait down the right-hand side, past the bollards.
What changes, and what doesn't.
In the order it happens.
- Arrival
- Coaches come straight to the Pavilion doors. There is no trip out to the Cliffs and nobody walks on wet ground in good shoes.
- The ceremony
- Inside, at the glass end, with the escarpment filling the wall behind you. You come in through the main entrance and down the length of the room.
- What you lose
- Your guests don't go out to the Cliffs. That is the one real cost of a wet day, and we would rather say it plainly than talk around it.
- Cocktail hour
- At the front of the Pavilion, under the covered entrance by the bar, with umbrellas out.
- The turnaround
- The dining tables move to the right-hand side of the room and the ceremony is set in their place. Afterwards the curtain draws across and the room turns back around for dinner in seven or eight minutes.
- Dinner and dancing
- Unchanged. Same room, same tables, same night.
- The night run
- Unchanged. The coaches leave when they always would.
How the call gets made.
We make the call a couple of hours before your ceremony, so it is never a decision you carry on the day.
It is ours to make rather than yours. You will not be asked to read a forecast on the morning of your wedding.
The photographs are the argument.
The frames on this page are a real wedding, on a real wet day. The fog sits against the glass, the window wall goes soft and white, and the whole room falls into silhouette. It is not the day anybody plans for, and it is not a day anybody regrets.
Site visits
Come and stand on the cliffs.
Site visits run by appointment and take about an hour. Bring your questions.