At half past eleven on a July morning, Holly was sitting on a sofa in the bridal room of the main house reading a letter, and about two hundred metres away, across the lawn in the fisherman's cottage, Joe was doing exactly the same thing. Neither knew the other had started. That is the kind of thing an estate like this makes possible — two people getting ready in two separate buildings, close enough to share the same light, far enough apart to still be surprised. There is a m